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Poetry : Anti-Human Nature Cannot Recall Dottie Echo and Narcissus Lovelorn Smoke Alarm the tub Whatever Makes You Stay Widowed Prose : Uncertainty	the tub most every day since school began we bring him food then catch a ride in envy the other girls watch us arrive doubled up on the back of his motorcycle he, twenty-five we, sixteen princesses in our own right we rode our bikes from the store to his door just like yesterday and the day before bread and milk bacon and eggs he loves grapefruit so we got him one too we knocked knock knock knocked some more most days we only knocked once we always came same day, same time today something has changed most days we only knocked once you turned the door handle it opened we let ourselves in today’s paper wedged between doors never noticed that before we called out to him no reply we called out again and again and again no reply muffled distant sounds music playing crackling did it spark? I looked to you and you to me gravely we called out to him no reply crackling voices wet watery weak radio tunes songs that led to a dreary bathroom with a secret to shed purple toes peeking over porcelain blue lips still singing wet radio tunes we had both dreamed of seeing him naked this was not what we had in mind
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