Jane Woodman

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Jane Woodman


At my table we listen
To the soothing white noise from
The tv and the radio
Hands on the car keys
Blue curtains blowing through the
Open window

Dial it down

This strange dichotomy
Creeps up from behind
And I die for a minute

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