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But no, this hank of cotton was long, flat, slender. It had been folded in half before being stuffed into whatever bottle — handily missing from the scene — and removed any doubt as to its provenance.
The room was empty. Only I stood there, hovering before the table, hands stuffed deep in my pockets, as I tried to reconstruct the evening. No detective, I, but the tableau invited attempts at explanation: too drinks, far too sweet or far to strong, and a missing bottle of pills. Were the drinks strong enough to cover the taste of pills, ground up and stirred in? Or were they simply meant to wash them down? Were the pills taken willingly or not?
And the diners, where were they?
+Exercise 4
+Silverware rests on the rims
+of plates as empty as the room
+Renga
+Torn and calloused
+Lines of age
+Made young again
+in playful splashes
+
+Water climbs arms willingly
+no room for soap in the ocean
+singing insect
+weathered by the night –
+faded silence
+
+Weathered by the night
+Shining resplendence
+To light a path home
+
+Tired feet drag
+through tired grasses
+silent crickets wait
+Silverware rests on the rims
+of plates as empty as the room
+
+voided persons
+ghosts of the mundane
+hunger unsated
+
+Passing through, no trace
+Stagnant air whipped
+By uncaring fans
+Torn and calloused
+Lines of age
+Made young again
+in playful splashes
+
+Water climbs arms willingly
+no room for soap in the ocean
+
+the age of work
+cleansed from the skin –
+plopped into depths