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40 Blues for Norma We settled ourselves in the sand and andirons carried the pith of her body back into the evening. Having not been down the beach in some time. There was nothing in the way of time. And we were always late to recognize her prescience, how it was the death of this or that she said it was settling herself in the sand and undressing her camouflage. She always stoked the fire herself down the whole blank column. And since we could only imagine the rest, what it would be like to be with her body, we tensed up and settled ourselves in the sand. Boys: it was the thrust of a star through the tongue. Girls: it was the hip of the bloom on the pyre. Boys: it was the heart in the pit. Girls: it was my body. It was my mother. ...


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