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63 NOBODY IS EVER MISSING Fallen into this darkened place, this mouth, the sudden shapelessness that speaks of love as if it belonged to anyone— come into me— After a long absence. Further still. Shipwrecked, orphaned. And still further, our never having met— come, come— Saying nothing when you ask me about my day, ignoring the children, hating them, wanting always to drink and no longer hurrying to hide the bottles throughout the house, the weekends I start early, the nights I never stop. The otherness and the indifference I have become, I am. What if this can’t go on? What if this goes on? Still other, still ghosted, still. ...

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