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PHOTOGRAPHY AT CEBALLOS
Who lived in this house?
Who violated it?
A two-room adobe
Near to the lake,
Door gaping.
Inside,
Huge, ceiling-high
Copulations
Drawn with a bold hand.
Olin, who brought me here,
Laughs, bares his tattoos
That match the graffiti.
I press the button,
Take the picture.
Then, ever so lightly,
He vaults
And departs through a window,
As if the door was not there.
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