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full time.
The beading drops
on my car
smell of gasoline.
A boat on its trailer
parked in the street.
I went to the bank,
stood outside a while.
It hurt my eyes--
I'm getting used to the screen.
Earlier, I dreamed
of a fish
bigger than me
that showed its teeth--
surfacing memory
from a time
when people knew enough
to fear demons
they couldn't see. |
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