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“Once, I took a Greyhound north across an icy bridge, it seemed it took / all night to cross that bridge, a bridge lined with stars unscrewed / from the sky and fastened to the cables and the towers with black / electrical tape, bus windows fogged-over from all the human breathing, / lovers, masturbators, numb frostbit moon going black around the edges…”