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I
Fourteen years ago there was a loose bet
that I couldn't hold my head in a five
gallon bucket of water. Remember,
the sting on my face turned everything white.
II
In my bedroom the lighter flashes on.
The glow is slow and turns all my fiction.
III
Today the couch is too big for the weight
of feet and shoulders. I have been alone
for an hour, thinking about the French.
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