Martha Rudzka waking up
regarding household
a chair with three legs
a table without a top
a paper without stories
pamphlets bread sausage
presidential candidate pyjamas
cut sheets
measly bread
her clothes
vetted breasts
early morning light
a man without shoes
unsmoothed hair
a smile appearing honest
soft pats on her thigh
her empty case
empty household
empty clothes
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