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The only part of him in me could be the teeth: crooked, stained, off-kilter like abandoned gravestones.
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Now can see—the coldest fish invigorated by the warmth of his submerged soul. Use those words sparingly.
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A surgeon in theater, he laid out his instruments: bodkins, hackle guards and pliers, hair stackers, and fly vise.
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The rain hammers the windows, an unorthodox pattern on a sad Sunday morning.
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In those moments of irritation it's as if he descends from the heavens and settles into my body, takes a good grip of the steering wheel, and elevates the tension in the car to Code Red.
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You watched their endeavors from the saddle, the way they created four walls with the sheets and towels, an inner sanctum conjured out of their cleverness, within which they pegged bras and underwear for modesty’s sake.
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Mam and I lit candles and prayed to St. Jude for a cessation to the deluge, but the rain kept falling and the flower beds turned to a muddiness I equated with the No Man’s Land morass of World War I.
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Our legacy in these pages, the first inklings of going into the red, the hull breached, the trickle of debt begun, only to grow larger and finally sink the whole damn thing. A lamb bought for Easter—£4.30. A load of brick for outhouse refurbishment—£5.6/1
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Whilst nobody was looking, I placed a hand on the same rhinoceros’ hide recently and tried to feel your vibration.
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Maybe that’s why I agreed to get out of bed at 3am and drive fifteen miles to San Clemente, to see if the shreds of my love for you were suspended from the enormous Carrow’s sign like tattered remnants of a hawk’s kill.
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At the time I was selling swimsuits for an athletic store in Golders Green and making sure the middle-aged Jewish ladies had enough coverage for their fast weekends in Puerto Banus or Villefranche-sur-Mer.
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Perhaps it was my painted, fleshy body they baulked at, or even my struggles with the bottle; the long nights passed out nasty drunk on the sofa, the children in bed, the fire smoldering, the television on mute.
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Hounds at the horse’s feet, sniffing air and ground for a trace of the prey; fox, was it?
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How the tables turn when I enter the horse latitudes of my life and wonder about you at my age.
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All year long he had an expired calendar on the wall—Bridgestone Tires, 1996—and the same leopard-skin clad model posed over a Formula One racing car, a sudsy sponge in her hand and a flashing smile on her face.
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