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I start to type with my eyes closed
but my hands slow and slump,
followed soon by
my head.
Outside, slow trucks pass in the dark.
Sometimes a bass beat throbs
from car speakers.
Mostly,
it is white noise that rises, falls
(apnea of wheels’ breath),
lulls me roughly
to sleep.

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