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you wouldn’t know
this day coming.
the 3 AM alarm
buzzing by the pillow,
and my dismissing it
instantly, as if waiting,
which I were in an
acidic insomnia;
before staggering through
the dark hallway to your room.
with a soft tap, i wait with
my knuckles on the door’s
shiny timber
hearing you wake:
the rustle of your
clothes, your bare heels
lowered to the marble.
it’s always the same.
platform number 2. sparing its somnambulist
travellers the...
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going away: the day before
the kitchen’s
unusually quietthis morning.no clankingof pots or ofwater runningdown the sink.the counterstoo are clean;untouched.there’s no marinatedmeat glowingsaffron in turmericawaiting by the flame.only a pot of ricesteams quietlyon the oven,boiling starchbubbling to its neck.and next to itin a deep bowl,shimmers the lastsupper’s remains.
i cut out the rice’s
flame, looking for her.
she is in the adjacent
room, hauling from
under the bed her
maroon...
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