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Living in a car in New York City I hide underneath a tablecloth which substitutes for a blanket It is quite uncomfortable in the backseat with that bump in the middle pushing my lower ribs into my gut as I lie on one side, and hide Though so much better then the cardboard box with news-papered roof I once pretended, could protect me from the rain If only I could figure out the alternate side of the street on which to park
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Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 2:44 PM UTC
A Feeling of Displacement
Living in a car in New York City I hide underneath a tablecloth which substitutes for a blanket It is quite uncomfortable in the backseat with that bump in the middle pushing my lower ribs into my gut as I lie on one side, and hide Though so much better then the cardboard box with news-papered roof I once pretended, could protect me from the rain If only I could figure out the alternate side of the street on which to park
david-ehrgott
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Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 2:44 PM UTC
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