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Housesitting The woman whose place I'm staying in is a painter Primitive women bare-breasted and lovely press themselves against the canvases, not quite trying to step through I sleep on her bed but not in it Overhead, on the ceiling she has painted a glassless skylight and the ever day is monochrome blue cloudless and pigeons soar and preen I'm on the bed where sleep the ghosts of Gauguin, Magritte, and Ernst I like the overall effect but I worry about the droppings