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half through the night, I come downstairs a child, and there has been another incident. half a sculpture, one

rib a skewer up, one time only asks if the man or woman who severed it at the waist is satisfied, and when it says

this, I shiver in places I am severed without knowing it. whole fleets of blue light flashing fill the streets that

I thought belonged to the little girl, a second bed she could use when hers was too soft, until it hits me this is

not that story anymore. this story teaches us to be sad through glass: reflective glass, roomfuls of glass, and

unshattered glass with more than enough left, if we all wanted to sip. god, how I need to learn that hardly any of

this life is good enough. how little it has to do with them, or anyone else's specific violence. it's safer to nod

when asked anything, to say yes, I completely agree and don't you love me for it? But satisfaction is another

way to survive, and sometimes the only reason to, says the jagged half-lit torso. I can't argue with that

(I completely agree and don't you). don't you think she is doing the best she can? K asks. love is what it is,

not what you decided it should be. I want to be angry, but unattainable satisfaction makes a good story, too.

Golden shovel: “And one woman says it, that she // is sad, and all of them nod, and another says / that she is angry, too.” – Jacqueline Jones LaMon

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