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Poem: The Mechanics of Sleep

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If I turn left
I’m facing her
front or back.
If I turn right
there’s the door we men
have been guarding since the cave.
My back’s to her now,
whom I trust
awake or asleep,
the two of us in our ruts,
worn as wheels.

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