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and talons. By daylight like Coyote it slips away. Orpheus After Earthquake Mexico City 1985
The two of you divided as the building's torn, a garment lintel-dark with possibility of collapse. If Moon conjuncts Sun just so, light strikes the underside of arch, it splits 
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like the stones of Shapur (how many time zones/millennia away?) the 16 stories of a low-wage factory, a flight of size 8 shirtwaists down uncountable smashed stairs. Who sings the sewing machine as it resonates with last night's kisses or this very morning's dance of a dry lake-bed? As if she still were dancing in her chair. Pigeons pecking for a soul can't find it  |
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