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Why not matter The details of trees summer me slow. Green and then shadow, he and I brisk at the party at the capitulation of drinks I have forgotten their names — the new sofa is new only to me, all the minutes riding a steep horse. I want to go home away from each branch entwined with its neighbor. Such delicious eyesores the bare toes are, when will he stop driving that car into that lake and dance. Could I say stars, stripes, how the moon’s holed up in daylight? Stick in a dog’s mouth. He calls my name by thick degrees and sweat. Please open the city so I can laugh openly with sparrow-slick flight. Newspaper clippings, a little red plastic cup; please witness and rebook the water is turning lukewarm. Today the sky contains the usual sky-things. He is afraid his haircut isn’t matching. Burrs in my pocket. Would he extract some limestone from that riverbed. [ 15 ...

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