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April rains over my body like a dripping faucet at night it forms a cold rind around my eyes and fills a borrowed dinner jacket like the double-chin of a fat, sweaty lecherJohn. this body's swollen and the earth turns to sea around me. Rosewood; Oak; pine-slabbed flotilla bobbing downstream downup, down, up like the sun-baked summer child on a sun-hot trampoline: a diver coming up for air. We follow the bends in a slow, unyielding procession

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