my window fan, held in place by two jerry-rigged wires, is already out and running, and it's only the eighth of may. i already know the kind of restless nights that will fill this summer. lying still under the hot air, heavy with my displaced dreams, while listening to the same jerry-rigged fan jostle them about the room, until quietly slipping
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