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WOOD-CHIPS

 

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When I am hungover I feel myself pressing

up against the surface of my body and

when I am drunk it cracks and I leak out

When I am sober I want to be not like any

other non-porous container that lets

liquids pour down but rather reflect them

back at their source with the same

intensity with which they arrived

I think that a heart attack or stroke must feel

like falling off the monkey bars onto your

back on July 11th, 1999 when it is 75ºF and

sunny, having the wind knocked out of you

wind didn’t belong there anyway

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