note: an earlier version of this poem appeared here.
n() l()nger
no
longer
raining
and
Gray
out
side
longer
raining
and
Gray
out
side
or
the
thorn
side
boy
at
the
door
.
no
longer
the poorly
lit living room
of cotton and Oscar
Wilde. no longer insomnia
mourning and morning. no longer
i still recall: the fleeting feeling
of fleeing interrupted by
the metallic click
of space
heaters
.
no
longer
the
thorn
side
boy
at
the
door
.
no
longer
the poorly
lit living room
of cotton and Oscar
Wilde. no longer insomnia
mourning and morning. no longer
i still recall: the fleeting feeling
of fleeing interrupted by
the metallic click
of space
heaters
.
no
longer
those
empty
days
and
the
Siren
siphon
of
night.
empty
days
and
the
Siren
siphon
of
night.
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