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Running Nymph


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

Was making me do it
The voices

From the television reached me. They had
Had to pass through at least three walls.
They were like

Overtakes me eventually

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