a view of nothing
from a dirty window

a man from california
who will laugh at this image
and another from two hours upstate
who will appreciate it

his hands
cracked and bleeding

the idea of poetry
held tight between his teeth

the bones of his lover

the names of his children

all of the things he knows
brought together
only to be lost again

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