I come to you like a car’s unfeeling wheel, gripped with resolve to swap city life and loves for solitude and utterly dark silence.
I come to you unloading and unpacking, unpacking and arranging, arranging and organizing and pacing like a zombie, chanting I’m listeningI’m listening…
I come to you as a common robin, offered breast-up on the cedar slats and…
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