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Professor's house
uncjaf

We arrived at our professor's house
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for dinner, red-wine, and drippings of past gossip;
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these objects tasted both sensual and cheap.
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Shortly after dinner we remembered, together,
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fragments of his past by walking circular stairways,
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leaving remnants of fresh salmon
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and roasted tomatoes lingering behind—
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As we ascended the spine of his elegant
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California layout, I imagined each floor
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as unique segments of his life,
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shambled trials
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buried within the nobody of emptied rooms,
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nightfall’s lit by dragging ash,
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and the loneliness of romantic paintings
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that suffocate his bedroom wall.
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Within closets stuffed by outworn dress-shirts
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was that familiar scent,
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of his hunger for
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anything beyond books and stories
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and withering fantasy,
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anything,
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beyond mornings exhausted
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by the swell of loneliness.
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23 Jun 07


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dear student

you forgot my pornos tucked under the final exams

dr swollen loneliness
 — unknown

very nice, professor unknown.
 — uncjaf

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