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at thirteen he discovered the recess
        the stroke that reshapes creator god
                   
flicking off matches

          it's hard to learn what she knew
                      he didn't tell her
                                 she felt ill
             
       they smoked the last two cigarettes
       tried to look
            out the window covered over with butcher  paper
                   he cut himself

              they stayed laying there under blue light
                                          hiding phantoms
 


-- Bob Marcacci
 
  
Bob lives in San Francisco. He's published work in  Santa Clara ReviewSuisun County Review, and elsewhere. He has an MFA from San Francisco State.
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