"I'm very hungry," I said. "I worked at the café on a café crème."
"How did it go, Tatie?"
"I think all right. I hope so. What do we have for lunch?"
"Little radishes, and good foie de veau with mashed potatoes and an endive salad. Apple tart."
"And we're going to have all the books in the world to read and when we go on trips we can take them."
"Would that be honest?"
"Sure."
"Does she have Henry James too?"
"Sure."
"My," she said. "We're lucky that you found the place."
"We're always lucky," I said and like a fool I did not knock on wood.
There was wood everywhere in that apartment to knock on too.



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sucking bullets, blowing kisses
crazy how that works.
like, i might even know you, yourself.
WHOA.
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SINAI BENDS
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"I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am."
--Sylvia Plath
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"I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am."
--Sylvia Plath
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or maybe just a death camp.
it's an exorcism droning out
a metronome of breaths
slowing, slowing, stop.
breathe out to fast and it's gone.
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"I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am."
--Sylvia Plath
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