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	un moi de l’objet
			-Pierre Klossowski

Doors part on level seven   Okay 
she’s saying but I want to try something 
She backs him against the concrete 
I don’t start my car
Her dark hair covers his face
To see what that was like she says
He says move away from the light
At the rail he gazes on the city 
jeans half-flayed her face busy her 
hands cupped like a squirrel’s
She sees me through the glass
looking like she knows why Lot 
gave his girls for the angels
and pulls him against the rail
pearling into the black night