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Years later, I found a map in my brother’s lonely apartment in L.A. “Bury me here,” he instructed in a scrawl on a map he had drawn of Woodlawn Cemetery.
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Is it any wonder I squeaked?
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Every time I look at you there are two dumb mouths that slip between stretch marks.
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Out of respect, I would honor my father, put on a clean, starched shirt and hand buff my shoes, laced as tightly as the tone that sealed the room. I understood that walking over the dead, barefoot or otherwise, was tempting fate, and will admit…
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Extrapolate, interpolate/
to add imaginary flesh//
to fragmentary bones.
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