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It hurts but I keep my mouth shut

because they might hear me.

Don’t let it come out. Then they left and I slept

a bit. Silence. I hear her in there. She wants

to get out. Then again

silence.

Narrator, goes and stops him. Train, like a heart beating

inside the bridge, we wait, it’s gone, now the women, in their

turn or nearly so.

A dog had come up outside the door.

Scratches and wants to come in

a little light in the window

but it is still early.

Out on the street

nobody yet. Let’s go in and prepare. Fire.

They like it. But they will say nothing.

They will sit at the table

like always. They will eat huddled

over their plates, silent.

Last year he was holding a stone

some papers he was wiping

his lips all the time there was

something wrong with his lips