I, I, I, I.
Fasten is a child-habit.
I fasten my child
to me. More I.
Lunge of bone, white
of eye. Dark thread X
and X the doll pupils.
Learn X means dead
soon, or blind. Drunk
man passed on subway
grate clutches a bag like
it has anima. His
army coat is undone
and why is he sleeping
there. The hand in my
hand unfastens, points.
I start to explain what
has no sense when I's
go all X. The child I
in habit I pull tight.
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