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8 e l e c t R i c i touch the television, and the picture becomes clear— electromagnetic waves tamed and meek. When i was two and toddled near the radio, it would static, then stop when i moved away. The body electric, twang of energy moving through the room, the static field that is my hand, the heat radiating from the side of my body closest to yours: love, there is more reaching out than we can see, and the force of it can surprise us. one day, i wandered near the stairs and tumbled down, small body meeting step after step. My mother says she was given swift feet by my guardian angel and reached the concrete basement floor before i did. Flare up of strength like a waking geyser. lightning in a snowstorm. straight-line winds. Maybe i have the voltage of a car battery, and maybe you should listen to that voice in your head that says move closer that says touch her there. Maybe the throb and hum of this will fade overnight, but just stop and watch the power line tremble. ...

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