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52 The New New Thing First I toast a pancake in the toaster. Then respond to my brother via email: Yes, I think you are spending too much time with the potters. I mean, the models. Them and their silky vaginas. What with the dream like snow & macabre icicle this could be a day of reckoning . I begin in the bathroom, hammering at the bathtub, underneath which I find another startlingly purple bathtub. All the hammering makes my teeth ring like a Big Ten weight room. Me entangled on the other side of the universe sits up in her chemise, gasps, hammers away. Me and Me 53 are getting quantum. Me and Me probe harder & faster, making promises to Me and Me as we go and in all our favorite colors. We will be strict vegans at the edge of a humbly beautiful town, our speech snug elegies. To be brave in the face of terror and remain quiet about our wealth. We will learn more about the cosmos then apply that knowledge to the arts. To quote after and at length, maxims unknown to most, reflecting applause in our faces & never our hands. To always hold hands. I’ll marry you, Me says, and you’ll marry Me. We want no other. ...

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