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cool

her indignant loud blather scrapes the sun-mottled sidewalk her practised syllables rippling through the shivering locust leaves the hoarse female cigarette voice accusatory rhythmical hard edged slices the hapless rough lout pushing the baby carriage as she pulls the wagon … Continue reading

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Leaving (3)

stare at the unbelievable polished oak and brass thing you are in sinks away I turn from the hole the incredible gap in the whole of us Face the hole in the world hole that is a blank wall I … Continue reading

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Bedtime story (continued)

But that was all right, because they were adults who, of course, knew what to do. (that’s a paradox, kiddies— tell a nearby adult what it means.) Meanwhile, back inside the house, Grandmother and grandfather were cackling like fried chicken … Continue reading

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