An empty bottle of wine
A suitcase never unpacked
Call for you
Every night
Like clockwork
We don't talk
We tic
We don't sleep
We knock
Self-help like an old woman's
gums worn away enough
those dentures will never fit
eye-teeth, molars, incisors
I've gnawed a lot of rock
In the cavity of cold--
The room has mosquito netting
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Timothy
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