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c returned from paris late last night amidst
thunder and lightning, as i slept, a rolling
loudness at my window like her suitcase across
the wooden floor.

i wanted to patter scatter pyjamaed through the
doors and say i missed you and the house has been
so empty and i bought plums yesterday and did you
know we do not have a zestier and tell me
each panoply of sights in paris, show me postcards
like jigsaws, explain to me the avenues at night
and the carousel in the jardin. but i fell asleep
too quickly.

so tired yesterday and i kept creeping along the
edge of tears, bright words in my mouth, caution.
pecorino in my hand at the market. pen in my hand
over the page. what is enough. is this enough.
is this. is this.

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i mean, i know. i understand that. but
just so you know. so you know that i'm
here & constantly listening, even if.
well i mean, even if no one is speaking.