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 a L a r M C L o C k i’m here, indoor cricket clicking you to sleep. our pulses, sixty even, straighten out the night. i wake you—four quick beeps— though i’d rather watch you roll and mutter through some urgent dream. Your thank-you is to blip me on the head, male hormones coming on at dawn out of some ancient cave. evolution has its say, i guess. i forgive you that. i know we’re different species, but i can’t resist. i keep offering my open face, my nightly whisper  by your unshaved cheek. no luck. That woman slips under your sheet, and i ache here on the windowsill. i know i should hunt out a mate of my own kind— your shaver, maybe. i can’t do it. i’m cursed with an unnatural affection. ...

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