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I forgot to say goodbye to the kids.
I knelt into my weeping until my heart
broke me awake.
Without the noise of home I learn
to hear my body’s own sound.
It is like sleeping in a narrow boat,
waters slapping. . .
I suppose the first thing you’re going to want to know, if you really want to hear about it, is how I got kicked out of school. . .
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