| a square? | night, yes, night before dawn
foggy damp dreary and warm, a sweater thin and tight and shifting and lifting i lean on the edge of the bridge rusty iron and wood creak beneath my feet a quarter? and that's it? the lines of my hand etched in Normandy lost in the basement the first cold day of the very first decade |
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