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no more
trying to be translucent somehow
reading Cummings by the street where the cars are
going to go by whether
I make it to “i carry your heart with me” or not. no more
dark cigarettes. no more
ancient words or
words that a priest said or that some guy
heard a guy who got shot in World War 2 said
about the light through a forest or
through some girl’s legs but
it was never really about legs
white and nubile
was it? no more gurgling bellies of morning
walking to the gas station all full of regret and
something else. No more
nights next to the ferry
with all the people and the black mask of the water
trying to be the biggest crumbling statue.