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the writings of B.S. Clancy

(yes, it’s a pseudonym)


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who shall i say is calling?

January 29, 2014

I can taste your breath

through the telephone

I can hear your cough

in my back room

I see your eyelids closing

and your boot prints

on my bed.

the knife for my bread

cuts into the surface

and ripples lap against my bow.

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