by Deborah Landau
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dear someone
see how you have entered my house
and so lightly remain
and so lightly remain
3 a.m. the blue dark
snow on the fire escape
snow on the fire escape
the smell of diesel your hand
on my soft places trucks shattering
on my soft places trucks shattering
broome street your hand
up my nightgown I wish
up my nightgown I wish