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I.

The walls of our bathroom are cinderblock, painted a pale yellow color.

Yesterday

I heard a girl throw up in the stall next to me. I

Saw the yellow tiles and then turned around to face the door. I

Sat on the toilet and I

Looked to my left at her feet and they

Were facing the wrong way. She

Vomited I

Heard her. We

Smiled at each other when we washed our hands.

II.

On November 2 I told you that everyone here is screwed up. I think

Everyone is screwed up everywhere. I think

Nobody is screwed up.

III.

From somewhere not so far away I hear a violin wailing its sad song and Providence wails its sad song to me.

Down tired streets lined with stripped rubber

(drifting)

Under porches

(winding)

Through scraggly branches of low-lying shrubs

(curving)

Up College Hill

(persisting)

Into my room through the window

Tightly sealed against any wind or unpleasant odor of the world

The song seeps or crashes. It’s

Not unexpected.