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92 you are here i was eating a sandwich next to the rape of the sabine women and telling my wife exam suggests my prostate will be asked to name rivers and capitals when a cop nodded to the no eating sign and i stood and bowed to say in the body’s esperanto “i’m sorry” and he bowed too and turned the beautiful wing of his italian nose and walked where savanarola had been hung and burned i believe both i believe i slipped my hand under eve’s shirt as we counted how many statues were missing an arm a soul in the loggia lanzi (see map below) then i leaned over and kissed her spine once per vertebra up to her bra and rose and we walked passed the uffizi in the dark where david’s tall and cracking and naked and bored to the arno and didn’t jump in because it’s filthy and we’re sane and hadn’t been to the boboli gardens yet where a metal head four times as tall as me maybe and wide suggested the scale of relativity perhaps or the brilliance of gandhi thinking “just don’t do anything” and the british gave up on oppression and a black cat circled my leg as i was feeling the time had come to live as if i am wanted world florence palaz zo vecch io loggia lanzi eve (drawn as if she were a drunken flower) hicok pages i-120.indd 92 1/7/10 3:23 PM ...

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