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Show IX. We took no stop-and-think to our culled l i f e ; headlong, the long summer simmered in peculiar L.A.- we waited for a break, flat-broke. "You college shits don't stand a fuckin' chance in the real damn world." Impressed, we laughed our end, and purpled hearts- our ne'w moon season weathered us. Scab-labor roused convictions-at half the pay, I set the union men on edge, u n t i l , one day, one sawed my scaffolding halfway through: I dropped the two floors down, as in a dream. When I came to, I moved your face. X. Altogether dark, "too soon and too far, away"-doubled, you weren't yourself; and s t i l l e d by strokes, or teased, your naked incredulity. Your very and your best small griefs enamored me: a h a l f - l i t room; a spider's trace; dead flowers; a sudden quiet while making love; and blood. "I'm sorry for so l i t t l e , but I feel differently." Braced for crazed turns in a day, you daily churned and puzzled out our discreet love's moves; and twice you up and wept while pouring a cup of coffee-your hand steady. |
