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25 YOU WHO TAUGHT YOURSELF BRAILLE I will not let you break my man-heart, not today. The traffic is charming, rustling— my neighbor blows on ivy tendrils lodged in the brick wall, telling them, shame on you. I’m finding myself unable to eat lunch. I stand all day in front of a mirror and pirouette, searching for new moles. I never realized I had moles, now I have thousands, I have millions. If you keep a bee trapped in a jar for a day and watch it. If you’re patient. If you remove the top and it’s a Thursday, and you place it on the table. No joke, the bee will remain in the open jar until you leave the room. If you were blind, I’d let you rub your hands all over me. I’d ask, what does it say? ...

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