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and sky for bread then we knew it was time to light the last candle. This ring is yours. This lamp. Death Asphodel —I feel like I’ve buried somebody inside of me Parts of her I don’t remember yet Parts of myself I don’t remember yet —Yes you mean there is somebody blind and gummy lying next to you when you’re asleep —Yes that’s it. Goodbye, down the elevator, something about flowers, about giving flowers. Me to my daughter? My daughter to me? My mother to me. Green flowers soon to bloom. To the Memory of David Kalstone Here’s the letter I wrote, and the ghost letter, underneath— that’s my work in life. the river at wolf 211 ...

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