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By Steve Calamars

i waste the afternoon
with the windows open
and the television talking

pushups on wood floors
and shadow-boxing beneath
off-white ceilings

green tea and comic books
eat away at the hours

till the day dries up and
night floods the city

leaving a sky
feeling sea-sick
coughing up stars
and purple light

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