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A warm windy day
the window sucks in
 
with white curtains.
You’ve left me a specter
 
whether trace or double
remains to be seen:
 
blurry photo of fog,
midnight tintype, auto-
 
corrected fresco—
saucer-eyed retro-
 
spective Sybil, riddled
with the air there.

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