Diane Di Prima:

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the highbridge body, roach, walks
on thin legs
limps slightly; dreamsweat makes acid
my pajamas; the sheet moves
with your breathing

light
dapples the ceiling, undermines the
walls; (cars pass); the child
stirs, but she does not cry;
wind climbs the fire escape and shakes the window

knees
rise
and
fall

in this new york, cell on monastic
cell, they sleep, we sleep; dreams
stream from the women's hair;
the highbridge roach
walks
where the kitchen was;
ice claws the windows, wind
unlocks the door

how many nights shall I lie at your side
wearing pajamas; using a separate
pillow

 

 

 

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