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[31] Night School What I learned, I learned in the dark— Dreams of the sea Beneath the house, House on stilts On the San Andreas fault, Lit by neon Pink and green Like a sleazy bar At the edge of nowhere. What about that night We came home early Fell asleep, then woke again Drank some tea, began to talk Past midnight, You lying on the rug I on the bed, We didn’t touch, Didn’t need to kiss, Needed instead Words, poured out Like dark wine from the bottom Of the bottle. What I know I know in the dark— The shape of my feet, The taste of my tongue, My shadow in the mirror, A blue bottle full of rosewater Premonition, or deja vu Sleepwalker in a recurring dream. ...

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