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BRIyyz, "Graffiti covered car at Weyburn Pool, just north of Weyburn Sask," 2006
The container’s empty. A barge, perhaps, or a truck, or a covered hopper, the middle car on the train that’s pinned me down behind a flashing crossing sign. All these empty things, still with their own weight. The heaviness of emptiness, lessons for the mourner: the tare weight, now, more than what was contained.