| and I go down into it, the hall again (streetlights, blinds) all the same all the dark down into it and do what must be done with my body, with the patience that I do not have fellow sufferer, fellow sleeper, not- sleeper, seeker night boat, little sail in the slow air in the rounded dark inside the broken night rudderless elliptical in the stitched-together minute minute minute 365 x night x 8 (new) x 4 x 2 x 8 again (despair, iron) x 2 x 1, x occasional, x rarity (fever, monsters, light) = now = again once Copyright © 2014 by Lisa Gluskin Stonestreet. Used with permission of the author. |
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