Читать книгу They Don't Kill You Because They're Hungry, They Kill You Because They're Full - Mark Bibbins - Страница 13
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—tonight no one should be caught
fondling on stoops
when they can climb up on
the fire escapes and screw—
—what is all this fog
in the unedited air—
—I can’t bite through
it to you—
—prudence is
a no-headed fish
in a three-headed town—
—sickness draws a salary / a boarding pass
on human paper—
—duress / duress / duress—
—horrors tucked into corners
of countries
I can’t give directions to—
—the night my friend stopped cracking
jokes / we understood he would die—
—I had a vision of him being better than new
and then he was gone—
—decades hence I kick
an inflatable globe
to him across the sidewalk—
—come up for some light
my hidden baby pigeon—
—cajole / cajole / kaboom—