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Back suzanne is in bed working on a gallon of ice cream. she has the sheet raised up like a tent, and is listening to Brahms on the small radio. she is in bed, as the night goes wild, and the men wear green. (the men are in bars talking of success.) (the men are in bars talking of paradise.) suzanne, the little hermit, crumpled away under her sheet, fearing the last man is coming back; working on her ice-cream and listening to her Brahms. (the men are going home with long legs and blue skirts.) (the men are walking into dark rooms and burning candles.) there is a specific loss here. as the cars drive by. as the cat claws the chair. as the police look down an alley. as the hot water changes cold. as the music throws calm. as the sun . . . suznanne likes it under the sheet. she likes it in bed- alone. warm. as the sun crawls up behind her. behind me. behind you.
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