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Pain Thinks of the Beautiful Table

the way water looks up Pain thinks of the beautiful table
surrounded by light Pain thinks of glass & cup iridescence
& afterwards paper & mouth the wall Pain is used to craving
the hand lifting the usual thing Pain thinks of the body’s
meekness the fork without hunger without interruption Pain
thinks of going for days without the beautiful table without
food or expression so that flowers & cold are drawn in


— Laurie Lamon