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i was too sick to travel

the day my father died

i went in to work anyway

i imagine he worked

the day his father died

when i got off the train

on the Upper East Side

(of Manhattan)

delirious from fever

and starvation

i saw a man with a cage

on a hand truck

inside was a black billy goat

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