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Lucy Tiven



Pilot Light


Thank you for the box of cookies
called “Compliments.” I like things
like that. On the bus from Nogent
to Paris, a nun helped foist my luggage
out of the aisle. I don’t care too much
for France but I liked cutting through
the hay fields on a bike in the rain
not knowing whether I was feeling it in
the same language. I like that
there are silos everywhere. Mark.
You look cold in your face. You
look so cross with me I can’t stand it.
I am going to break into 1000 candles.


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