DS Maolalai __________________________________ Drunk, and trying to be quiet. moving through the kitchen like a boat in harbor, drunk at 11pm on wine, and a little beer afterward, and trying your best to be quiet. putting down bottles by the backyard door with a sound like tanks crushing houses in palestine. then you turn and knock a fork over. turn again and pick it up. upstairs someone turns over in your bed and snorts a sound like cars crashing and collapsing mineshafts. you freeze. then move, more freely now, feeling a fool in your concern, remembering how heavily she sleeps.
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