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37 G r o U P h o m e Va n community closet for droolers, headbangers, the fish-eyed, the over- and the underdone. They ride, pinned under glass, their organs pickled in a six-doored jar. They swim with strokes we’ll never learn in the eye of a very small god. at the stoplight they try us on. should we curse them with our perfect vowels, pan the sky for weather? if an atom dances on a string, takes an extra step or misses one, we’re them. We owe them our pink brains, muscles strung and tuned, the way our shoulders turn for grace, the gardens in our groins. ...

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