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it catches fire she puts it in the water. The other is nursing from a bottle and will drown. I take the babies and look for help. There is none. The medical guy leaves for home. I saw and I did nothing. I knew and I did nothing. Fistula The blood rushing under her inside elbow skin “Here, feel it” rushing towards me speeded-up water flooding across the fields of Ireland, rushing away: the silence of the mother, the silence of the child. Soul (3) A man with an infant in his lap whose throat swells up and wrinkles down like a frog’s: the man weeps, 240 door in the mountain Adapt, Adapt. — A woman’s voice: “Always the sex-man.” Desolate. Oh my soul, not gone away? When this man’s starlight reaches your eye, your eye is still here to see . . . * Open Heart 1. emergency room The lion retreats from the cage we can see to the cage in the back, dragging the boy who climbed in. Bone case inside bone case. Oh sane daylight sidelight these four, the lion the boy myself the night. 2. The heart was cut up into pieces put into a Planters peanut jar and put back on the shelf. A bum came along and thinking it was peanuts he emptied it out and ate it. growing darkness, growing light 241 ...

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