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Essay: Above My Ordinary Train

I feel gone from going where I go. Where I
went. I went again. Where did I
go? Anywhere

a skyline did. A skyline dims
over the skyline below

below which are offices (tall), spires, dogs, cars, sparkly
sidewalks (dirty), a grunting river (supposed to be glinting), and other

things; gutters without water, pigeons in clusters--and other
other things. In this city I give my

body to science
and mosquitoes, but I still want to live in it--despite

carhorns & reckless poverty, all
forms of carbons, carbon
copies, declining

trees & me
& my organs to you, Carlotta.