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husband settled for pointing his nose into the kitchen cabinent out fell cardamom mother's earwax little bottles of olive juice. in habitual bedroom boredom shoves lonely hands between thighs. other girls breathe the night. slips note under the door an eclipse of logic wife says honey you can't deduct seventy-two viruses from one romantic gondola. his future is getting greener. here in factory-line countryside husband lays railroad tracks or whomever he wants two cheers, jump over your suburb's fences you can leave them haunted nothings.

gracefully alleyway you flicked the telly on! and perched by the window to listen soundwaves "we are not sure of how many deaths seven-hundred casualties afraid of rodents corpses tunnels we are not humbled this town is resilient" to recover lost time or bricks crumble and we toss plaster overboard to make a cement sea. walk above saltfish your ideals ethically spotless we thought it was dawn sidewalk empty morning. I am a vacuum. watch me create weightless dust a tawny lady was insecure and tasted like toothpaste and ran out the door to kiss delicate on the front porch and twist a gentle wrist around the goldmining moths whi

gypsies in their mobile homes with satellite t.v. stop on the side of the road to exhume accordion bones and bury the succulent skeletal fish I was married off at fourteen now a widow wasting petrol we are the source of heat in summer winter will dance on plastic heels on the news last thursday evening a hop- skotch blurry white man said "you are free economy billions and barrels of melancholy say yes young snappers we will be like christmas lights united on a string" the tambourine wheel clattered kilometers are nasty but statues are the worst my tired bones my limestone fingers coughcrumble on glossies and newspapers shou