.It was late afternoon
She sat watching never come to Vincent Crane
Under the wet weather swollen door>Never came
She pressed her knee up
Underneath the wooden table
As in her midriff
Dread flutters like the thread of love or pain
There was a bowl of fruit
Shrinking on .
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