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XXVII.is it hope brings you here today to my office to my study to my surgery to my roomi can feel you pressing your breast on the curtain your breath your blood on the curtainwho is your people is your apology for what are they what is it I’m sorry I’m so sorry what forfirst they first first they searched the body you left second they turned the studio upside downlike a vase the flowers were dust they inspected the dust on their fingertips third they moved through the roomssystematically unearthing what hope for them new notes in named envelopes a vial of morphine like old daysa glass of teeth a drawer of repeat prescriptions and boxes and boxes of drugs what have i left outwhat left you you who like Bolaño cough when i cup your balls people you lovedlet them gocough the sisters you had the brothers and the missing twins like a movie the old man takes offhis underwear hanging on to a leather strap that dangles like the old man from the ceiling of the bus