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In our dreams, we’ve started

seeing the phantoms planted

beneath our floorboards—


and we fear that there is no door that is always open for us.


It took too long to realize

the tenderness of ice cubes

in our tomato soup


and that each sound is a sentence.


And when we wake up, the house is full of smoke

from fires burning somewhere else, but

all we can do is close the windows

and take out the trash.

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