Sitting on a soft surface, a metallic object on my knees that emits sounds into a darkened room. Chirping outside and the low patter of rain.
In the guesthouse's living room, the maids clear out tables. They say it will rain all day.
Nose itches but I don't have to lift my hands to block a sneeze.
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At the Gym with Allen GinsbergRandom
"I really would like to stop working forever-never work again, never do anything like the kind of work I'm doing now-and do nothing but write poetry and have leisure to spend the day outdoors and go to museums and see friends. And I'd like to keep l...