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148 f r o m g o u r d s e e d t i t t y - b r e a m Some days it seems like a spontaneous play. All I have to do is nod and laugh and watch what comes next, with great interest. The waitress approaching for a coffee refill, “Now you’re going to learn what fear is.” And here’s John Hillenbrand, trying to convince me to go fishing with him, describing a bream that’s too big to hold in one hand to get the hook out.“You have to press it to your shirt to keep it still, working the barb loose, that’s a titty-bream.” With us, listening, is Lisa, of the most beautiful breasts I’ve seen, ever. They curve like wide banana boas. They are wise. The adrenalin is noticeably revving in our fish stories. In the parking lot later, she says the stars are more out, out in the country where she lives. One night they found Saturn accidentally. The rings were clear, and two of the moons. “Please call, if you get that in your lens again, Lisa.” I’ve always wanted to look deeply into a glass tunnel and see Saturn at the far end. But I wait too well for the near as well 149 f r o m g o u r d s e e d as the far. I haven’t had the presence to say,“I would love to undress you. Let’s go to the starlit country.” Naaooooooww. Soul, dear face and breasts of Lisa, whatever I want so much, the carwind late-at-night, no one on the road, light in the eyes and on the water, secret light inside a telescope, my passions, don’t be afraid. Sleek and near, I lift you and whisper in your mouth how I love the deep coldness that made you and holds you with Saturn, warm against cool, our favorite nakedness, feeling the live bream against my chest. ...

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