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Viking |
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I tell him he can watch, but he joins in.
I wake up imagining him lying next to his wife. He comes here for something wild, our little game. I make him grunt. Later, we'll grill chops.
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1996 © 2008 |
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Viking |
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I tell him he can watch, but he joins in.
I wake up imagining him lying next to his wife. He comes here for something wild, our little game. I make him grunt. Later, we'll grill chops.
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1996 © 2008 |
On Thanksgiving he calls me at midnight to say I remind him of an Al Green song,
though he can't remember the tune -- it's driving him crazy. He's lost his appetite, his scalp itches, he can't sleep. What's happening? he whispers. It's chasing him, he says. I tell him everything will be OK because I remember a few Al Green tunes. I start one, and he joins. Little boxes of metal next to our ears are singing, glowing in the dark.