TWO-HEADED BABY WITH
A ONE-TRACK MIND
The day is over : they have
collected the brine and the
winners amass at their logical
borders. 'Now is the time for
all good men to come to the
aid of their country' - or 'nation' -
or something like that. My mother
used to type that as she warmed up
her hands in a practice-typing lesson.
She used a lot of funny phrases in
that manner - 'fermez la port',
'10 to 1', a betting term of odds,
and she never gambled a thing, 'garcon'.
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Now all these years later, I am smelting
her words like a fire-port mad man,
stirring a cauldron where she no longer
is. A memory, or a remembrance - some
other bullshit phrase. She died at the polling
place; already a long. long time ago.
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