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90 wATer Because I knew that’s what he wanted most had raced his death to revise his books because I wanted him to die happy however strange that idea a moment at an edge swallowed in nothingness “You’re a poet” I said His eyes opened like a doll’s rolled to flat focus “Napoleon?” I’m writing this on the computer he put the bug in my head to buy blinking cursor dream horse his wife’s face bony wreath around her tender eyes his family of red-haired children and grandchildren his own face shrewd Jewish licked with humor 91 the poetry I might be writing about those things But it’s that final wraith that fascinates me end the flickering of my own bad faith It was like bending over water speaking down into water “. . . poet . . . poet . . .” I repeated inanely ...

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