Goest by Cole Swensen
 In the heart of the white world next to Paul's bed. In the middle of
nothing. This was in the Fall of 2004. This was at the edge of Paul's
bed in the apartment with two floors. On the left side of the bed in
October. On the dull slope of saying no. On the roof in the morning smoking while he sees me. Goest thru the white rooms of a down house, driven underneath the bed like a dog. The play of light on all these surfaces?
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