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Praise This vapid rock says all I have to do is give my heart to Jesus, merely slit the skin and split the bone. All right. I ripped that worn heart out and handed it to you, amazed at how it didn’t hurt. And now should I call this ache phantom pain? The glib neglect to add what happens next—you take my heart and carry it to your chapped lips and close your mouth around it, like a fig, and still you’re chewing. I’m afraid you’ll spit it out like a tobacco quid to quake, a bit of lukewarm gristle, on the ground. Love, let me see your Adam’s apple lift the heart I give you. Swallow. Swallow it. 76 HadawayRevisedPages 8/15/06 3:09 PM Page 76 ...

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