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10 Life is so big. Eyelash in the salad. Aldebaran light-years to the right of the margaritas. Five hundred thousand new “jobless claims.” Quotes. Was Bonaparte a fool or a genius? Yes. Rates of currency exchange, thermal exchange, chromosomal exchange. I begin to fill up, as if I’m a glass and the world is water, is rain is storm. Backfire I think is gunfire and gunfire I’m sure is close. The feeling that mysticism is the only way to be polite, that the stick fetches the dog. While I was masturbating, more rainforest disappeared. The feeling the sun is saying do something. The feeling it’s impossible to know what to do. So there I was: planting bulbs for a greensudden spring, dialing my congresswoman, blushing, hanging up, redialing, rededicating myself to gestures, walking right up to the sky and asking it please to stay. The slog the trudge, pushing the boulder the pie-chart the petition hicok pages i-120.indd 10 1/7/10 3:23 PM 11 up the mountain. Save the whales, the decibels, the Earth, the me. When I thought of life as climbing the shadow of a tree, I climbed. When I thought of life as a race between words for empty and words for full, I was at the end of this poem. hicok pages i-120.indd 11 1/7/10 3:23 PM ...

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