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Fabric-covered platforms stage a group of dead objects;  people come to look at them in this modest museum.  The fabric is grey, adhered with glue; lint and frays are here and there.  They range in size from one and a half to three inches tall. 

On a platform inside a dead object, unseen moths act all domestic.

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(view from a moving camera)

 

 

 

 

 

 
 

 

 

 

 
 

 

 

 

 

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I live between two shoulders.

 

Nestled between two shoulders, I fall asleep on a woolen mat too narrow for my girth and too short for my length. The mat is old and moth-eaten, in danger of completely revealing the stained cushion it houses.


 
 
 
I wake up some time later, my fist clenching a key that doesn’t fit the front or back doors, nor the gate outside. And the window sills are rife with moth carcasses.


 

 

 

 

 
 

 

 

 

 

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