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ate, Mag put the kettle on you, your father, your married sister, or I Bin Dream #2, Interview with Stravinsky “Gossip is travel, and in these times, like travel, speeded up to the nth degree, and that’s alright, if you remember of an afternoon the immeasurable sift of geological time, the slowness of say slow snow, gossip deriving from the ancient Aramaic word, sari, or safari, meaning to travel, or, to love.” Death House It was the same kind of night, the light, the coughing, huge shoes walking, your breathing through three walls, sleeping into the last things. pilgrims 89 In the corner of our grove the newest one kept on saying oh, I, oh, I, Oh him, the guard grinned, going by, and woke you up. You went ahead. The guard went ahead. This is the room, here come the City’s dead, grave sisters, fur-trapping fathers, mothers still waiting, falling past my free hands, and my hands falling. Archangel It’s dark in here, your halo looks flat as a plate. Maybe we’re still there. Was that lightning? You look like a cat when you sleep. I’m not sleeping. You reading? I’m looking for this poem, about a cat—wait a minute— Go on. You can read to me all you want. That time it was lightning. Is it you? Rolling the green grass back? I love it when you smile like that. Is this the white dawn, Angel, in the book? It’s dawn. Look. Where are they bringing the rock back? Where are you going? 90 door in the mountain ...

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