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Every night before sleep, there is a flood. It's like a water tower has burst its gaskets, she thinks. All this time alone. All the things to believe in have been wiped out. They swim in the waters, cardboard sharks. They have no bite. She puts her fingers up: once, twice, three times. She's pretty sure she's going down. She hears feedback. Death has been left up against the speakers. She sputters and she drowns, and the life guards do pushups on the beach in her dreams. |
"Let's Erect a Monument 9 1/2" x 12" |
