sweetly sweetly. bottle the creeping. press it through the walls then I'll

withdraw my blurry hands. as I pull them back their outlines

become united and swollen, the outlines of my hands. anthem.

dog scuttles out from under the cot,

comes to lick them all over. red dog darling, cooling.

I'll make biscuits with my hands the size of loaves 

and dry them on the roof. if I ever can get away from your attentions.

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autumn. who is that man with the heavy bag? what is inside the bag? 
pay attention to him because his behavior does not seem right.

red dog darling, warming, what is inside the bag? when we wake

we wake into a revocation. not now three outlines for each hand

but eight. the outlines are normal in size. who is that man?

wait for his debarkation. dog darling. we can't follow him where 
the two-way street goes one-way so we’ll swing away
(in the morning) 
we'll swing away