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I look up from the cold ground, and say, “You almost made it by me this year.” Terry looks toward me, but not at me. You may not even see them. If you can see ghosts, you can see them. Otherwise, you just see and hear me talking to myself.
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Desi waters the lawn. It’s a house in Soma, near the White House, kina, next to the Universal Church of Soma. The hose is old but still works. The house was vacant for a long while before Desi moved in. There is a lump in the backyard that catches
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More Dad + Dream #15 + scenes from the tank
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The doctor looked at the x-ray, then said, “As you can see, the vertebrae are completely fused here at the top of the spinal column. The ones at the bottom there are becoming fused. And the spine itself is actually quite curved now, as you can see.” “What’s that
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Dream 14 + A Query Letter
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You have a look in my closet and ask, What’re these? I step in one foot, peek, then go, Oh. Those are my vestments. You ask what I mean. I say from my work with the Ministry. You say, I thought the Ministry wasn’t religious, and I say
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Dream #11
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Everything that has ever happened everywhere. You are born (or not). You experience life. You try to figure things out (or not). You die. Maybe something else happens, maybe not. Maybe it repeats, maybe not. It is thought that one of the key differences between the human and other animals
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It was dusk on what Emory recalled as a Saturday. She was on the backyard patio in cutoffs and a bikini top, staring through the smoke of her shrinking cigarette at the bomb shelter. What if I just open it? she wondered. Subscribe Then, she imagined three different timelines: one
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I get a message and now I have to check the tapes. In the closet of the Jupiter, there’s a lot of reel-to-reel tapes, cassette tapes—both standard size and microcassette. There’s VHS and DVDs, too. Betamax. CD-ROMs, minidiscs, DATs. I find the one I need, on the
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We find the room, the one that Seth talked about. It smells like old gun parts, gin, and chlorine. Therein, on the top floor, as he said it would be, is the cage. In it, a peach. It’s seen better days. So have I. If you have telepathy at
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At the old pool house + dream #10
