She thought she could be carried by letters and numbers: the
caricatures march: one by one, hurrah:
carrying her into the hole
where she will stay.
Unless the light is shone: in the living room where the
furniture is in blacks and browns and grays: you could sink into that couch and
never leave: the material devouring every bit of you.
Follow the light
from which no darkness could extinguish.
Grab those plastic grocery bags and give them
to him.
He knows what to do.
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