Category: Memory
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Childcraft, 1964 ed.
loud, no books but encyclopedia, hiding behind end-table, drapes fidgeting, national geographics layered open alien religions, bangles elongating necks, circular cornfield in desert, white-clothed bedouin, tattered scrolls, peking man poems spread on top, stutters untwisting, hours unwrapping, “this is my rock and here I run to steal the secrets of the sun” ——————————————– A late…
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Jacksonville, Illinois
i. Why do I think you are here with me still, taking note? I pull off the highway, end on a dirt road as usual. Strangers look long, out their way, as if destiny is known. I wish you were gone, really, truly gone, that that would sink deep in, become an organizing piece of…
