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My arms are wrapped fast around myself. I hear my sister breathing loudly down the hall. The Begonia is living. Lenore is my friend. There are cigarettes I hate on the dresser. The door is wide open. No on is coming in. Steve is away, camping alone for four days. My dog has a tumor. My mother and father have jobs. I don't. I'm middle class in America. I love my country. I walk the streets at two A.M. nude. No, I don't. My older sister is married. I will go to college and soon be an adult. Ducks laugh in the pond at night when no one's there. My other sister is a homosexual. I can drive a car well. I love the black sweater in the closet. My father gave it to me. I am seventeen and a spy. My body is on the chair. I don't shave my legs. I am a woman. It's autumn and cold outside. Not inside. My hands are ripe for you. I cry. I hate to go to sleep. I love dessert and the sun going down on the highway overpass. Kiss me.
-Amy Smiley |
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