There are two people in this bed dozens in the building millions on this island five billion on this planet
and somehow I walk my dark road alone.
You hear me? Hello?
Yes, you're very good, she said, at being alone.
Long Island, New York. June 1987.
© 1987 Graham P. Collins. Previously unpublished.
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