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From The Ambulatory Apartment

Fred Schmalz

what can I tell you
I prefer rubbing sticks
together to make new sticks

the weather lady’s bound
to get it right someday
dizziness is temporary

think of this as
her system for transmitting
lessons, lesions

opened by the little sun
the last time I was
in times square early

sunday morning
alone and the lights
unreal the whole visit

lasted a minute
you turn the corner it’s over
you’re somewhere else

like stuck in the circle
made by a number six
or turning your self inside

out in a chrysalis
wishing you lived otherwise
if you’ve got the money

honey I’ve got a broken finger
it digs in one place
and covers another

Fred Schmalz

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