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Show Blue Run/91 from M.M. Conn's in Little Rock shines on a finger beside Shawn Terrence He's seen all the rest, we both know that Like I couldn't tell all the times he's rifled my briefcase, then tried to leave it ramshackle the way I keep things. There's great order in my disorder. I could scream bloody murder. Dora's next door in her kitchen, ogling Gomez on One Life to Live, waiting for anything at all to let her know she's alive. One scream from me and Dora'd speed-dial the law, then run over here slinging a dead king snake and curses for withered testicles and whatnot. Dora's a hoot-she'd save my ass. Trouble is-I'm supposed to be dead already That was the deal Two months ago I was cut open to remove the mass in my chest, just under rny breast bone- scar tissue from who knows Like Stepwells go through life accumulating scar tissue where their hearts should be. "With your lupus," Dr. Casket said, " anesthesia's going to be tricky Get your ducks in a row, Josie." "Doctor," I said, "Who named casket?" •My name?" "Yea." "Come again?" "What kind of idiot lets themselves get cut on by somebody named Casket?" That's what Daddy taught me~stay on the sunny side, slay'em with laughter, "Oh, gotcha" he said. "I knew this gastrointestinal guy named Shitz. He's all the time saying, '"Ain't this the shits? Ain't that the shits?'" O.W. was in the room-the tv humming. He heard what Casket had to say. And that very |