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He put a canister in his poem, saying he had always
loved the word. She set her paper tiger on his desk
and left. From the window of the train she saw
a strange mix of swimming pools and horse facilities.
At 1 a.m. she fell asleep wearing the Chinese handcuffs.
I have to confess that only sometimes am I with you.
I kneel and touch the tranquilized gorilla’s face.
The zookeeper says I have about ten more seconds.
A wailing baby articulates the petroglyphs. Ruminations.
Gesticulations and orations. Perhaps you see where I am
heading.