HIDEOUT
my apartment has strangled the sunlight
faint sirens and whistles
dance through the brick, copper, and glass
of the cityscape outside my window
the cat rests under the desk
with one eye open,
and watches
for dogs
for pigeon blood
for a train
to the country
and I keep pinning
ribbons of text
to my swollen heart
while August crashes
and dies on the roof
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
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