20 January 2006 | Vol. 5, No. 4

Inventory of My Room in the Morning

The hem of the curtain hits

the windowsill like a riding whip.

To the finish line.


    This is where we are going.



Wooden birds are suspended

from the ceiling by wire.


    This is how we get there.



A dresser drawer was left

open all night.


    You are an insomnia.

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