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-* J\gk\dY\i#Efik_=lcc\ikfe8m\el\ The three tomatoes I picked for the windowsill against an early frost hunch and sag in their own skins. The sweet clot of seed and flesh rots from within, and a mobile of delicate insects begins. Fruit flies seem to appear from nothing. I watch one, frenzied in the vapor of decay, measure and remeasure neurotic circles like the swung glow of a twig stoked in a backyard grill. A lit wand swirls neon through night’s tabula rasa, its orange trails lingering just enough to remember the cursive of a letter, or the scrawled-out flare of a name that resonates long after the burning fuselage has passed through. ...

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