For the Ghost in My Bed Negotiating the sheets, playing my feet — an instinctive prelude!  You’d been once a wholly authentic person: fingernails, aquiline nose.   Now there’s a chilling patience to you: half-exposed, half-sparkling. We build our nest like a sleeve of jazz.  There’s company and a cake and some words no one means…

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