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Wearing a shirt that’s yours, and a tie you tied.

The schools have closed.

It’s our opportunity to sleep.

Paint the bathroom, the kitchen – blue.

Egg nestled at the bottom of a huge nest.

There’s no trouble to listen to, and no,

there are no vegetables in sugar.

Yet late yesterday, I ate one, and stayed home to make a mixed tape.

We have beliefs, like anyone.

We made the choices that led to these results.

Sometimes sleeping in holes dug in the ground,

sometimes in bombed-out buildings.

Accused of being optimists,

we did a lot of thinking and hesitating,

every day finding more to give away.

The same nostril kept bleeding,

but the other was clear, and through it

I could breathe.