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A Man Carrying Chairs Around
He doesn't look you in the eye when shaking hands
if he talks, he talks quietly
she has hair like a hayfield
after winter in April
If she walks her legs move
and her hands go in her coat pocket
she has cigarettes and a box of sticks
the wallet is in the trouser pocket
A man surrounded by chairs
a man whose first name I can't remember
a man whose face has been polished with a grater
A man who is surrounded by chairs
a man whose last name I can't remember
a man whose house has straight walls and wallpaper
It doesn't smile and if it laugh
it's usually the wrong place
it's the end of the movie
the hero finally gets a woman
women don't really like this
the man doesn't make a fuss and don't fight
it's not enough that one dances
then maybe even to the accompaniment
A man around whom chairs are being carried around⨦
If it cries, its eyes get wet
and its hands clench into fists
If it speaks, it speaks quietly
and its eyes blend into the sand
A man whose surroundings the chairs are being taken away.

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