it sits outside my window now br like and old woman going to market; br it sits and watches me, br it sweats nevously br through wire and fog and dog-bark br until suddenly br I slam the screen with a newspaper br like slapping at a fly br and you could hear the scream br over this plain city, br and then it left. br br the way to end a poem br like this br is to become suddenly br quiet. br br br Submitted by .eve.