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A window pane’s just pain spelled weird, he says. Outside their house, a vista of awesome bleakness. Sometimes, he even admits he loves her.

The sun enters their room and lights up the bed and he wakes and says, One day the sun will burn itself out, and she says, I’m not waking up

He ran down the hallway. He regretted buying into a condo designed by a starchitect. Because the hallway was long. And he had to go real bad

He heads to the bankruptcy sale hoping to pick up cheap stuff. I won’t be here when you get back, his wife says. No poetry today, he pleads.