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I'm not sure why I favor forgotten detritus from God's great tumbler...
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Juan’s tío, Richard, who works for the city and is the kind of Mexican who thinks he isn’t, took care of the lawyer. Juan checks himself in the mirror, didn’t know how good dressing fancy would feel.
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“What would you get? What should you give a lady who’s one hundred for her birthday?”
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“I’m surprised you haven’t fucked yourself to death, too,” he added, “given your record.”
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I’m going to tell you what we found: / the sick black smudges, their signatures / on our kitchen wall, the half-crushed shells / of aluminum cans clustered like rock oysters
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"Who will now give us our bread?"
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Against//
the mysteries and the dark/
it illuminates and shapes
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In the east the sun. I love
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