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• Artiste: Reaching Quiet
• Titre: Broken Crow
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to fold queen size bed sheets. you left your reds hat in the back seat of the volvo. she wanted to have it cast in bronze to be put on display next to your baby shoes and first buck on the t.v. in the den. but i knew you'd be back to eat a bowl of peanut butter bumpers, to jerk off to the lingerie ads in the j.c. penny catalog. i knew you'd be back. i knew you'd come back, to go back to school or get a job at the downtown library, the health food store, painting apartments for ray ritchie, or to work at the cigar kiosk at kenwood mall. it's cool. just make sure you get out of here by December. go to California. go to Hawaii. Cincinnati sucks in the winter, you know that like the bump on the back of your neck. it sucks the leaves from the trees, and by the time the snow is melting, they always find four or five bodies hanging by belts from the train trestles, or in empty parking lots slit wrists, turning what's left of the snow into cherry slushy. i know, all beautiful places are prone to natural disaster. but being swallowed by the earth in manila beats a slow death in the Midwest. last night i practiced holding my breath. my record is two minutes thirteen seconds. but that was in the swimming pool last summer. it's easier in water. just do the dead-man's-float. let your limbs drift. don't count in your head. ignore your pumping blood. focus on the quiet.