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Jul 2015
he eats an orange
every night
before going
to bed

early morning
fades into
the stagnant
ache of summer
he waits

the pitted reflection
of the kitchen window
parts like skin
along the edge
of his knife
PelicanDeath
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PelicanDeath  Utah
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