I sweat while I hack up dust balls in the oily smelling morning –5:09 I pound the coffee grounds into the receptacle and wait an empty stomach grows like a hybrid monkey I ignore it and read another Isacc Babel story –that horrible war and lumber to the cinema books there is a picture of…

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