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What I Want
by Corey Mesler
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The ease of opening,
the sense that it matters,
the feel of a good trunk
against a good trunk.
Life is a series of doors,
I was told.
I look down a long hallway
and it represents
some kind of finite gift.
I hurry home to write this down.
The words unstick themselves.
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