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His voice is hollow only
because his apartment is empty.
They lock themselves inside
a barrel and hurl themselves
over Niagara like so much gossip
under the tourist trap.
On the anniversary of the first time
they got drunk the drink a bottle
of wine. They toast all elements
and shapes and sizes of windows
as long as they have no corners.
His voice becomes as much
a part of her as his skin color.
He understood this so well that
he carried her home then steamrolled
over her three times. She thought
Wittgenstein! and forgot
to come out of his body
as it emerged from the shower.
from Amnesia, or, Ideas for Movies (Texture Press, 1993)
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