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[Delayed till she had ceased to know]
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8 [Delayed till she had ceased to know] Deluge against my attic roof evokes the flood and fickle God laying waste to his invention—reminds me how as a creature, i pair; i tandem to your side, happy in our sameness— else one more unmatched creature, drowning. The front yard is churned red muck, rivulets— last night, i told you the car is stuck, and so am I—no, not last night—long ago, it was summer, it stormed every afternoon, and the pages hustled to my hand, promising answers— even when i folded them into doves, released them over the waters— nothing hastened me to land. all lags; the tiny boat perches on a hill, delayed. it will unfold and all creation collapse out in a long giraffe, emu, otter, gnu. i’ve wished that ark door wedged shut, and all earth’s progeny left waiting such as i’ve been. even the skittish know more bliss than i, and faster. 9 Doubtless as the sea, doubtless as this seeming, the boat is so small i might pluck it loose from the land, or tip the ocean in. Know me as a new god, neither angry nor ruthlessly hygienic. Only lonely in this bathtub, water all around. ...