you work
(and wait)
(on a farm)
(in new jersey)
you grasp in
the dark
for faces
and bodies
or anything
besides
the sensation
of dropping
through
thin
air
you had a good
dream burning
til he revealed
childish, complacent
comfort
(a fault)
and i
love all
of you
(and each of you)
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