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the dog sleeps curled up on the couch
and dreams of waking up like me,
dim light carries information
in little smoky waves,
glasses and bottles and cups
in various stages
sprout like fungi from the tables,
the shelves, unpacked boxes,
anything with a suitable surface,
loose change everywhere,
the music pauses and considers the silence
and then moves on, little bells in the hallway.

-S.C. Martinez