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I wake up.

One hundred foot eye.

I meet Heather under

green stairs

crushing her Wellbutrin

doing lines off her

yipping dog’s nose.

One hundred foot eye.

Nobody here and nobody then.

R asks how I’m surviving.

I say

my lover

is living under my thighs

plucking lips and feathers

off stupid birds.

It’s so strange here.

You say I’m all woman

and

and can’t return home.

It’s so strange here.

It’s so strange here.

It’s so strange.