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January 3, 2018

To Michał Minicki

the bills are paid  the cocktails left behind
illuminate my face in the dark glass

the gym is cloudy  someone shows her ass
her legs  her tits  in a deep stretch entwined

and I must wonder  as I speed amass
whether the dog is barking in the street

whether the rolling fog is at my feet
or in my mind