FOR ONE NIGHT
morning on wakefulness surprise us unless we are intoxicated with wine and let what needs to happen happens.
The hostess brought us tea but do not let fear or bring the cups to their mouths.
knew it would be a sleepless night
capital letters on the ceiling painted with chalk and a low octane bulb, flickering yellow light
In the closet or a hook to hang the clothes just braids brown shoes tied to the tube with many knots
under the bed if there was a monster.
was like a midget with no neck and a large hump.
was like a hairy meatball eyes
And we slept in the guest room at midnight slug sheath slipped between the sheets was like a fat eel
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