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Night

From this night on God let me eat
like that blind child on the train
touching her yogurt as I’d touch a spiderweb
the first morning in the country—sky red—


holding the carton and spoon to her mouth
with all her eyeless body, and then
orientally resting, the whole time smiling
a little to one side of straight ahead.



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