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To return to what I was saying— You are indulgent, your mother thinks, to waste The anti-heartbreak. When her lower jaw began to protrude at a young age done something for her. If just to curb the physical anguish Let it go— the somatizing tendency. There is already a lifetime of room —where else could she have discovered
The Sleepwalker’s Wife Trying to crack a can of tuna against a bowl, stirring of iced tea mix, or searing baloney, His midnight chopping— was a gift, a rare biological talent. was not precise But he never slipped were both staring and void, through which he must have seen what he was looking for. was not so different. The night he left, a few dishes for the encore supper. as he got to his feet. The garage lifting into the world.
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