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Jordan Stempleman

Fugacity 05
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A Nearing Assembly

Those boxes packed long ago, stationed as no guide but to be against a wall,

were never meant to have towels and papers covering them.

Situated with an inward use, gifts to another place, when that place comes,

and soon it must, although it seems unthinkable now. The windows,

first gotten to on most mornings, lights out, hairless birds blown snapped

in the upturn rise of the front door palm. It’s time to go now. And to know this

seems greedy or is greedy, but it has found us, not unlike most relationships

taken to after another stage is reached—all day with nothing on, fine

until noticed, and then named as something other, what it never sought to be.

 






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Last updated 25 April, 2005