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Diary Entry 32:

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Started at 11:36am. In my dorm. Based on Erich Heckel’s ‘Windmill, Dangast’. Finished 1:49pm.

Pallet

A tomato paste barn shivers

in a jug of wind

as a bashful beaker

drips cool currants

down its side.

It’s Clyde

in a common setting

forgetting young Dale

and the rattle of nails

sharp enough to silence

planks.

It’s Joseph in the ranks

looking for Lottie in the dirt,

and citrus peeled

in a broom-closet barricade.

-A. Struthers

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