Bats on my windows

suck in my words

Bats at the entrance to my house

behind newspaper , in corners

trail my footsteps ,

observing every movement of my head

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From the back of the chair, bats watch me

They trail me in the streets

watching my eyes pause

on books, on young girls' legs . . .

they watch and watch

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On my neighbor's balcony , bats,

and electronic gadgets hidden in the walls

Now bats are on the verge

of suicide

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I am digging a road to daylight .