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Going To Sleep

Fraidy-cats, the Holy Ghost, Mein Kampf

A canary with a machine gun, socks, a whiz-bomb

A Salvation Army blanket, Texas ninety-degree road corners, the Marble Hill Dog and Cat Crematorium

Paté, a horse, an earthworm

Mopping the kitchen, finding a stamp collection, blaming Shirley Temple

A subway ride, a military prison, a 1950s chain gang

Learning the proper name for magic; laughing at each other’s faults; finding meaning daily, providing reasons for waking every dawn

Acceptance, obediance, rote movements

An unannounced visit, a four-year-old makeup artist, a dead parrot

In group homes, in the creek, with passive-aggressive breakage

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