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I
Do Not Expect To Be One Much Longer
It's
Not Longer Than a Life.
Wear.
please,
continue.
The
Visitor's Eye.
Were
You Listening.
Yes.
Regretting
The Night.
Surviving.
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A
Borrowed Bed.
From
quiet bodies folded
Close in rumpled layers
Of warm bedding
I feel the ceiling
Move me with the window's
Reflected light.
The color casts me
Into a day of dogs
Answering silent sounds
With nails like tacks
That skitter across wood floors
To greet unknown visitors
Passing in the rain
Tracing steps
That take them to other doors
For coffee and bagels
In crumpled paper bags dampened
In their hands.
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You
Can Peer Into The Cracks
Breakfast.
Things
Happen.
Blind.
Dating.
A
Borrowed Bed.
A
Love Poem.
I
Remember.
Through
My Mother's Eyes.
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