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Poem	It is all right. All they do Is go in by dividing One rib from another. I wouldn't Lie to you. It hurts Like nothing I know. All they do Is burn their way in with a wire. It forks in and out a little like the tongue Of that frightened garter snake we caught At Cloverfield, you and me, Jenny So long ago. I would lie to you If I could. But the only way I can get you to come up Out of the suckhole, the south face Of the Powhatan pit, is to tell you What you know: You come up after dark, you poise alone With me on the shore. I lead you back to this world. Three lady doctors in Wheeling open Their offices at night. I don't have to call them, they are always there. But they only have to put the knife once Under your breast. Then they hang their contraption. And you bear it. It's awkward a while. Still it lets you Walk about on tiptoe if you don't Jiggle the needle. It might stab your heart, you see. The blade hangs in your lung and the tube Keeps it draining. That way they only have to stab you Once. Oh Jenny. I wish to God I had made this world, this scurvy And disastrous place. I Didn't, I can't bear it Either, I don't blame you, sleeping down there Face down in the unbelievable silk of spring, Muse of the black sand, Alone. I don't blame you, I know The place where you lie. I admit everything. But look at me. How can I live without you? Come up to me, love, Out of the river, or I will Come down to you.
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