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September 2011

04/28/2026 14:58h
It keeps on happening again and it will be forgotten again until it’s September. We’re in the tall building paying the bill overdue to the city for gas to fuel our furnace. We’re thinking November— it keeps on happening again—and we’ll need heat. Now it’s still summer, too hot until fall to turn off the AC . Consider that other cloudless day, paying the bill in City Hall. It’s way too high now, still we pay it. Look at the line, at him, her— it keeps on happening again and it will. Energy’s costly. We forget it can kill. Though some of our children can’t remember, we in the building paying the bill look at the date, at the window sill, think of their choice between jump and tinder. It keeps on happening again and it will. We’re in the tall building, paying the bill.