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38 Muddy Waters We put on Pink Floyd and you take off your clothes, slowly like you’re alone listening to The Dark Side of the Moon. I stay in my polyester pants, my polo shirt with Taco Time printed on my breast. I think about the prism on Pink Floyd’s album cover, how the light enters the triangle from the left, unbroken as a stream of water, but leaves, split into color. I don’t know what you want from me, like the night we smoked pot and walked in the woods and you asked me what was different. We listened to Muddy Waters as you drove past the loading docks and over the bridge by the river where your sister drowned. ...

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