a caterwaul of infants, infantry. teeth gelid. she stood like an alabaster statue being transported. the skirt of her hung blue or green from the shoulders, a mannequin's hanger. looking out the window at the passing scenery. she turned her heel; i spoke to her. she wore a purse and a watch. i held her wrist; the clock struck my face. she watched me die, caught under the wheels.
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