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Manual LaborA wall comes down in this empty room, and a bird secretes its deadly poison. The aroma of these weeds burning around me is filling my lungs. The granite is rumbling on my tounge. The crumbling is deafening. Your skin is like sandpaper on my damp cloth, and I see my flesh tearing at the seams you sewed. But a see the stench of filth in your arms, like a castaway in the Florida Keys. I see your wall creating itself through a camera lens, an instrument of vision, of perception, of knowledge. Do I feel cool breaking your heart like this? You said, "You don't love me becManual Labor


Questions to a Young Lady...Why do I break down to my kneesQuestions to a Young Lady...
when your reciting words to me that you read once in a story
about a young lady? Why did her back stiffen
when his hand was on her lips, silencing the words
that accidentally slipped. Why do you cling to the memory
of childish things long past? Why do you lose sight of your true lover,
but to me you hold fast? Why do I let you do
those things you do to me;
things that return to haunt me
or comfort me in dreams. Why do you turn the lights off
when I'm outside thinking? Why do you forget me?  

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