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NIGHT-BLOOMING CEREUS TWO f cant make it out. Theres a light and a man up there is rubbing the back of his neck. He holds a pencil with his other hand. A puff of smoke issues from the pencil so I was wrong. The chair moves and I see it is a woman at the desk. I see her arm. She sits back on a bed and starts smoking reaching back to something on the desk. In the next room to her right I see a green plant. Looking back in her room I see a cuckoo clock but its not. She gets up bathed in light. She walks into an unlit room. I wait here with my fingers on the keys. Her room is a still life. I move my head up and dovrn and the room moves up and down in my eyes but it isnt any good like this. The curtain in the plant room gets lifted by a breeze. I wait across the street. After a while I look back at the room. Kinda quiet. There are smudges on the base of her window from touching. Light catches them. Theres no way to end this. Except shes back in a blue sweatshirt fast looking for something now standing up Iooking out of the window turning off the light. A back wall catches light from her hall soft stuff. A shape moves about in the room. She steps across to the right where the desk was but now its dropped away. I could be looking at the taxis if she sees me. My head is pointed down in the direction of the taxis. I could be rvriting a story about a man in a taxi and the stranger he picks up the conversation they have at midnight while the sky gets bigger and bigger and it busts all white with pink tints oily and new the flower that is the flower of strangers that bursts in the door subpoena peonied light pouring like tears a big apology the neighbors pounding at something they dont have a right to feel or read or even understand. 36