December 2010
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Fleas
When you move into your apartment, it has fleas. It must be
the bag. Black and stripped black and white with K O N E
written on the lower side. They jump from your ankles – you
put your grey suede shoes on and they swarm your ankles,
roaming in small packs, nomadic. Jumping. Always
the jumping
off the hardwood floors. And you flee your apartment, walking
in cool strides and shorts. Jumping...
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