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This is a review of Blue in Green by Miles Davis

It’s raining. Has to be raining. Someone in the corner room is in love with you. Loves you

enough to touch her body, wants you to watch; pull up a chair. The horn asks: How long has it

been since? There are a number of feelings you are in need of. You are not sadness, but near.

Down one road in your mind you are walking alone; down another everyone is your wife. The

horn asks: temperance, obedience. In the corner room, the daybed pressed to spark against the

wall, she came. When you leaned in to know about it, you wished she would’ve slapped your

hand away; wished to unhear your name falling out of her.

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