she lies down
in a sea of feathers
while the pink
street lights bloom
below her fourth
floor window.
the taxis run
all night.
there's a man
curled on a bench
outside the seven
eleven. a rat
moves easily
across the street.
a siren. something
in the alley.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
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