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4 Earth Scence Lab Partner How little it all amounts to. So take comfort, you’re just a blip, an anomaly, datum to be discarded, negligible as a chorus member with the sniffles, your totem animal a baloney sandwich, your life dismissed without a trial, so stay awhile, whatever burns inside you, face come back from childhood in a dream, the humiliations, split seams, lies, dumb disguises, underachieved overreaches are nothing beyond the ken of a crayfish, nothing a rock’s not suffered, one among billions, chipped off, dragged through the desert, aberrant, once miles under water with a head still full of kelp, wherever you are, you don’t belong but don’t worry, you won’t be there long even if it’ll feel like eternity, your carry-on ransacked, mashing your snack, or in line at the DMV reading Coleridge, or in the cardiologist’s foyer with its cheery cheesy sunrise art and Tiresias breathing through a tube telling your fortune from a trapped fly. You’re the part that breaks off first and makes no difference, the churning goes on in the slaughterhouse, the ice polished at the rink,  the shadows doing their rabbit act while you’re at the sink. It’s not that hard, is it, to become one of them? Remember trying a weightless walk on the beach to see if you could leave the sand without a mark? You played trumpet in the high school marching band and half the time didn’t bother blowing. The first girl who let you touch her breast was killed by a drunk driver. Your mouse’s name was Mystic and he lived three years. ...

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