Where is notebook 9
with summer’s human remains,
morphine escapades
and lemonade?

Lost on the train,
like yesterday’s slip off lap?
Train door closing.

This is serious biz
carrying others’ hard-earned words.
I am the curator
of subway riders’ urges.

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