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--the city is an enormous lighthouse, searching the skies in the cold October night for all the lost. i forgot my keys  & i stand on our wooden balcony, the trees holding up other people's windows, & watch the apartment from the cut window in the door. It seems like things move through it -- and later at night, the front door opened while we were sitting in the room, someone walked in--and didn't leave.

all night I dreamt of children turned to birds, old frightening houses, red shoes & pianos. children who got lost in their own storytelling & walked straight into a nightmare.