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5 IT SURVIVES, A WAY OF HARMING, YOUR MOUTH It does this to us, to you. All that shouting into the night, until the police arrive, and then more shouting. And so never again to burden us with its failing or fury or you, they took it away. When the finch lies trembling on the lawn, I bury it. Not spared, not delivered. My mother pulls me close, you’re the man of the house now. Yelling at my sister, threatening animals, making myself heard. 6 Does it matter the bird was still alive? My promise to you after so many times you told me to man up, man up. I wear you as a throat. ...

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