The Dress in the Window Her Kurilian Bobtail sleeps in a square of sun, and a print of a Balthus is above her bed. She shops in the morning in the Chinese market. On Sullivan Street, she buys Pugliese bread. Under a Callery pear, white peddles falling down, I'll complement her dress she will hear what I said. I will tell her my name. She will cha…
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