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71 Like Playing Two Instruments At Once Joy weeps over joy’s eventual end, hiding all the time in the kitchen where I slice vegetables and wash the rice. My skin still smells like ours. I can still listen as you open the piano, drop each finger into a note, a world we lived in once, like now, in love. I went to you then and my tears splashed onto the keys and onto your wrists, salt stars that burn long after they go out. Now in evening, writing this, I am that same woman— the one who has lost you and the one who will never lose you. All day, the geese outside shoved and bellowed over one on the ground. It wasn’t a keening but what I recognized as life’s complete disbelief. They bit and bit at her white neck, breaking it to make her rise. ...

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