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June 19, 2004 at 8:04 PM
the glass angel that plays glass violinfell this morning into the coffee cup
it was heavy and there was a big mess
the carpet turned pasty dark
the wall got splashy brown
at that moment i wished i spoke french
perhaps i should have said something like
"c'est la vie" like the movies
or like the poster on mrs. adcock's classroom door.
but i just left it
and when i got home after dark
she was still lying on her face
sticking out off the coffee mug
playing the violin.
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