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GREEN TOWARD NOB
I stare across at the corner of your garret
view your laundry on your rooftop next to your
pied-a-terre. Behind your building St. Francis of Assisi
The condominiums climbing up the hill
The blinking red aircraft warning light above
The fat electric bass below
How you fill your rooms with things
so full with life? so heavy with death?
not to consume, not to exchange, please
only one more word: interact.
--David Joseph
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