Eeksy-Peeksy

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Wednesday, May 15, 2002

Summer

Planets gather or a comet blows by or a thousand stars fall in one night, depending on the summer. I watch from a dark garden or through the bars of our balcony or lie in a field and remember the trees I looked through or the bats in the last blue or how a building divided the horizontal into stars and no stars and stars again. I don't know the people in the next building. They must be sleeping. The woman calls me to bed, hoping I'll work everything from her muscles and make her liquid for a moment and will not leave.

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