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97 (The need to understand how children listen. To do that before going on . . . ) ———————————— Two Rivers The spirits are raining. This is true because of airplane breath. A “day” slips back and forth in time. I make numbers, my mother’s darkness to the left, soon she’ll be the curve in a 5. A secret can be used in public if not done in a row. Fix your face so they know you are listening, then think your new word. Today’s new word is stewardess. In the now of this she points from the airplane: the lines of Brazil are simply there where the dark & lighter rivers join, the joining is a tiny slash ( / ). For a time I dissolved upon my mother’s tongue . . . Rio Preto, she says. Amazon from the right (girl / boy, dark / light which should I prefer) Both rivers have fish that could eat a girl in minutes. It’s not that I can’t choose between them but why bother— If I’m made to decide . . . (which is why I begin to love metaphor) ...

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