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Tuesday, June 03, 2003

Three

At night the woman has torn off the sheets and taken all the sleep in the room. An uninvented nightingale sits in a tree outside and teaches the car alarms tricks, then is quiet, probably mugged by drowsy pigeons. I roll, press into the bed, listen into my ear. Thrum thrum thrum thrum, and the mattress creaks when my lungs fill. I oar my Mediterranean.

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