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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