More sensations, more lights
that stick to your iris
and sit there until
registration,
exist here. It is nice
to walk a boulevard
and affix sights
like a pearl-laced
gown tail that extends
for yards,
as each brush
against a bystander
or waft from the gutter
threads into your
fabric,
to think that you are wed
with delirium, that you know
him well. There was a booth
that took you to miraculous
places, and Auffman
took it down.
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