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| she took her voodoo and her gods your skin is dark your body visible only where light rests on curved flesh light from the street through wooden slats (through strips of bamboo) you're on the bed sitting leaning against a painted wall across the room on the floor im sitting leaning against a painted wall there is the sound of saliva there is the sound of footsteps on the stairs that lead to other rooms there is the sound of exhalations the sound of electricity from the battery in the clock there are the sounds of bodies (but not of bodies shifting position) there is the sound of stone in the wall of moulded porcelain maintaining its shape there are the sounds of you dressing leaving the sound of a door closing i cross the room sit where your body has been and listen to an absence of sound |
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