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at the Dodder
planes or stars
bats flying close
sink further still
in orbital sockets
23
tasting beige powder
cars skim snow
sounding like waves until
you look back
at the woman who fell from a window
this morning in Chinatown
in her underwear
a circle watching
a pulse
turning and flinching
36
orange moon
boiling eyes
bats flying close
a re-run
maladaptation