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did you say hmm?
she's carrying
a bag
leaves it at the windowsill
i am laying
the fish in 3 pieces into the hot bacon fat and garlic
she's in the chair at the window
she's
getting familiarly into my bed! under the pink
blanket
sandals in the
door frame
there's
rice too
i know
did
you hear me washing it?
i heard
it hit the pot
i am upstream in an unaccountably sealed off fresh source
there's a sensation, but thin, of having made the crossing
thin as in memory, and already past the pour of spontaneous ordering
today
on the bus, could hardly bear the dragging so long in its toxic shell,
need to eat,
not struggling against personalities, but easily exhausted,
need long stretches of robot reading, newspaper, omni
yesterday
sent a letter, am expecting and not, the foam on the floor.
it's my concentrated event, this is the moment that will or won't
exist
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