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65 Go To THe Broom CloseT and pICK oUT a sTICK fish sticks and french fries. Beans and wieners and instant potatoes. red goop. Gray goop. don’t tell me mom couldn’t cook. allemande left with your left hand. with her glasses off, mom never heard a word we said. she had us convinced. she could see through walls, around corners. she could hear what we were thinking. we were afraid she could see our secrets even from her grave. make the world go away, get it ah-off my sho-ol-der. mirror lost, she couldn’t signal. ladies Center Back to the Bar. Hinge and flutter. flare the star. off-key, she rasped from the depths of her sinuses songs, spelunkers. swing your partner, right and left grand. raw gash, Grand Canyon the same age as geological loneliness, her bones. ancient oceans. slot canyons twisted inside her, worn down by what ran through. what do I know of her loneliness? ...

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