For Nicole Eisenman, from A Sand Book, which will be published next month by Tin House.
I was on my knees
Hacking my brains
Alone in a bone
Of unratified light
Someone downstairs
Was retching
& up thru the airshaft blew a baconlike
Breeze with notes of weed & a colorless
Wave came down through the orange
Mesh the super put up to keep out the pigeons
& doves. They beat their wings. Something
Historical was happening to me
Something already
Antique. I felt myself pushing
My hair to one side of my face. I swear
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