Saturday, February 10, 2007

 
Entrusted

We walked the representative home
from the banquet. He lived on
the top layer of a down-

up duplex, so only stairs when
the door opened. He climbed them

as an eel, after leaving clothes
in a neat pile. My friend clicked
the door, saying, "Not a word of this."

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