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about god
               up in the attic
dad has been reading unpiled books
and in his gin and tonic voice giggling

strange things        we all have our secluded hobbies

i have taken recently to wanting       and other times waiting for anything
badly always just one person            to pass into the window’s view
to leave whatever room i enter         like the deer lifting their knees
often badly that person is me            skyward toward the Jewish graveyard
                                     behind mike’s house

check your pockets there is something
that i thought i remembered bringing something
i wanted to more deliberately take or leave something
quiet there is something quiet there is something