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Feral Cats

All night, a howloutside the window. All night an animalis sick. I won’t get any of this rightthe first time.

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Chinese Spies

It’s not that I don’t like people. I want to imaginea world in which I can give endlessly to others—my

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Breakfast

When you were born I was eating a plate of eggsand potatoes in a café called the Cupboard, five blocksfrom

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