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In the semidark we take everything off,

love standing, inaudible; then we crawl into bed.

You sleep with your head balled up in its dreams,

I get up and sit in the chair with a warm beer,

the lamp off. Looking down on a forested town

in a snowfall I feel like a novel—dense

and vivid, uncertain of the end—watching

the bundled outlines of another woman another man

hurrying toward the theater’s blue tubes of light.

from Steal AwayFind it in the library

Copyright © 2002 C.D. Wright
Used with the permission of The Permissions Company, Inc.
on behalf of Copper Canyon Press.

Published in C.D. Wright Poems

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