A Hundred Bolts Of Satin

All you

have to lose

is one


and the mind   


all the way back.   

It seems

to have been

a train.

There seems

to have been

a track.

The things

that you


from the

abandoned cars   

cannot sustain   

life: a crate of   

tractor axles,   

for example,

a dozen dozen   

clasp knives,   

a hundred   

bolts of satin—

perhaps you   


more than   

you imagined.
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