I Don't Care

Mina Loy

1882 to 1966

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I don't care
Where the legs of the legs of the furniture are walking to
Or what is hidden in the shadows they stride
Or what would look at me
If the shutters were not shut
Red    a warm colour on the battle-field
Heavy on my knees as a counterpane
Count counter
I counted     the fringe of the towel
Till two tassels clinging together
Let the square room fall away
From a round vacuum
Dilating with my breath

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