There Is No Year (28 page)

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all the bathtubs overflowing while from the soft sky no rain could fall
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some large laughter spurting from the pinholes in the pillows and the quilts
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each of these hours also named unnamed

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the curtains in the living rooms changing their color and then back again, just off
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a ring of blood welled in the pages of the center of every instance of a certain book
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the mattresses filling up with hair or fire
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the mirrors blanching briefly clear
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one white hair grown out on all dogs surrounding
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from all the keyholes in the house, an O-ing moan
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the pianos’ least played key becoming detuned
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a spore inside the bass guitars
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some location in one wide ocean turning harder among the froth
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a softest plot
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an era without era; blank and silent light and sound

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a book that erupts water—

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a tone that shifts the lid of sky—

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a film of all film looped forever underneath the lip of ground—

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a room of rooms—

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a sentence written in the center of the chalk
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backward laughter in the orange juice, frothing gently
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drowned
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translucent mold inside the bread loaves
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cogs at the center of the sun
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a sticky syllable pronounced in our cerebrums, eating
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an alphabet dissolved
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the earth for one half second rendered flat and upside down
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the father upside down and laughing, also—the son in 3 rooms at 1 instant—

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the mother again gushing, pregnant—the mother full of passing time—

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more light
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houses kissed each with new rooms, days and hours
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neighborhoods each with new inches, walls
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cities groaned to grow around a pucker, scrying
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opened;

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father, mother, infant—worn—

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another want comprised of nowhere
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another instant for the night
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