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and Lyoshka said he had a star
and he’d go home,
and I answered, that’s great, only
come back soon,
and, taking off my shoes, I stood on the stool
and began to decorate the tree:
I hung a glass clock,
beads,
apples –
and though the hands on the clock were drawn on,
it started to get dark,
and then it grew entirely dark –
and quiet –
only the apples on the tree jingled
when the door flew open and Timosha, who drove the milk
truck,
stumbled in.
He was breathing heavily, scrunching his cap in his hands,
and I laughed, “Out of gas?”
He didn’t say anything, just looked at me so that