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Richard Siken

I woke up in the morning and I didn’t want anything, didn’t do anything, / couldn’t do it anyway, / just lay there listening to the blood rush through me and it never made any sense, / anything. — Richard Siken, “Straw House, Straw Dog,” Crush. (Yale University Press April 11, 2005)

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