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They said I was an alternate,
so I sought to perfect silence as was
expected of me I nodded
in the lobby, said nothing
with my breakfast interrogated
on the conveyor belt Then the elevator sealed
me like an envelope At dinner, my partner
poured the bottle
of wine I pointed to,
which also helped Pulling open
the can of wet food was conversation
enough for the cat If I could tell her,
my mother might
be most impressed—
So, all that practice finally paid off, huh
How like a god, they will say
of it—useless, and everlasting
natHan Mcclain