I fell asleep planning boots to march in: zippers at the
toes. I fell sleep to the shape of the oval alarm clock, tangerine still bright
through the black. Throughout the course of the day, sweat changes scent. I’ve
read books where fists are pounding down the house walls but in my
neighborhood there is a silence as sober as clouds. You rode the subway downtown
with the sign in your lap. On the way home, high school kids were folding
pamphlets into paper airplanes.
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