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MY LIFE
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10 I had a nickname in that tribe I was an eldersomething. I was the hardest name at the spelling bee. I didn’t sleep so much as start hallucinating. My bathtub was claw-footed we weren’t enemies. Everything that was anything approached via animism. Cars in those days were driven in through doorways. The dark was a bottom I used it for traipsing. If you were looking for me you asked by the boy of the land surveyor. You gave the impression of the stranger who drops in on Sunday school. If it wasn’t desert vacations it was New Jersey over Roanoke, Virginia. I was a drinker of specific yolks and a causation and an up-to-something. The time I scammed ’em so bad they passed an ordinance about it. In their Willie Nelson 1970s holding pattern. So fat they lived in their own outskirts. Occasionally, I got the feeling it was the feeling of neck-caught. It was land zoned residential but in practice for chicken factories. A jive I laid down I hoped the ties were tight enough. Like a dust storm opposite the moon and no breeze at midnight. I wished my vision was faster. I threw my roses in the river. The river took that hat away from me. MY LIFE ...