if i stayed
in cleveland
she says
to no one
in her cramped
apartment
in the city,
getting dressed for work.
the heat of the day
already
upon her.
pearls of perspiration
on her unmade
face,
the rattle of the window
unit
doing little but to blow
a luke warm
breeze
upon her legs.
does he think about me?
is this
all a mistake.
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