The scene begins
as a string of lights,
areal view of downtown intersections at blood vain midnights.
I'd like to take a picture of your laughter, a mouth
gaped open, fog in the shape of a man at the opening of the tunnel
blasted into the side of the mountain between the Water Pollution Control Center and Kum & Go.
The freight train goes by in five minutes.
That's about the time I brush my teeth in the shower.
I live inside this suitcase because its close to my skin.
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