It is not in preparation that the fly
rubs her two forelimbs together
                                                         The fly has
no such idea of time
                                       but to look
at one thing is to see it in light
of another
                   Sometimes he knows
by the lights that next I will love him
and sometimes he is unprepared
                                                            as I was
this morning for the thought
of whether anyone vacuums their fireplace
                    a place where fire
is kept
              as one might keep goats
or a thought to oneself
                                          or of
the horrors at least some away

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