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Household Everything goes into the stove, a kind of detox where the diaper is purified, the kotex smokes, the orange peels go spicy and the black wood gets a red-hot buzz. Give me a hand, the bluer woman said; they threw the book at her; some red rubbed off. All help will end up deepening the taboo puddle. We, ablaze or icy, are our best dilemma. Every day the coronary fabric wears a little thinner, trouble being habit, truth a dream. O man, my flesh and blood, my only kind in the furnace of natural cruelty, help to sort the never from the known. If living's something made, a property we're on, who might attach it? Are we stuck in stuff? Help bury all these bones, or else let's build a whole new homestead, out of hatchets. 86 ...

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