| at home what was that again I'm sitting in the commuter train thinking of the agony of fish eyes in a tin of sprats do you remember the red label kilki w tomatnom sousje the flat tin open wide hard to bear that staring people on platforms mühlheim dietesheim steinheim mondays to fridays always the same litany over loudspeakers an inspector suggests that I should get a ticket so that we know he says where you're going
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