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Tuesday
Today Quinn stayed home from school. I tried to ignore him, but then I started feeling too guilty. I went into the shower and wept quietly, then I went into his room and spoke to him in a high, lilting voice. “Why don’t we work together in the living room?” He seemed unwilling, but I…
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Baskets
I’m shooting baskets at the park near my house. The sky is winter blue, cloudless and unmoving. The sun burns obliquely, wrapped as it is in cold air. My body is lighter than usual as I bob, hop, and toss. The reminders are there, the faint burn in my knees, the tightening in my forearm…
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Hygiene Machine
Dragged across philosophy Like a forgotten water skier I break my concentration To watch the front load washer Go through its procedures, Its hesitations of great weight, Its jerks and spins and reversals, Its final all-out scream, A centripetal nightmare, At the brink of its limits, Only to come to a stop, With a slosh…
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The Whale Belly 