right-field of the moon
suddenly one of those spontaneous
city symphonies occurred
incredible French
and English horns
great whale underbellies
of sound swelled deep and faraway
from down the street
against a
woman’s
almost tender
screamingas if she was being murdered
like a great aria
accompanied by
the faint
drilling sound
of a thousandstrangled tires in the alley
and then
silence
unaccountablyfor a few eternal
seconds
I don’t want to live with anyone anymore
I heard myself say
sometimes I want
to believe that lie
but not today
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