Cooked, the socks, the pantry stocked,
Thanksgiving dinner for twenty.
Crab apples around the turkey on a platter I’d serve
Modeled from a photograph.
I was modeled on a photograph.
Clean floor, it was perfect.
One exact book on the table, dust it.
I slipped on spilled bath water and broke bones.
I spilled bleach on a shirt.
I wore a cast.
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WHEN I LIVED IN NEW YORK
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A Story Problem
If a boy in the dark were to take three steps per second forward and if there were a coil of string approximately 100 yards in length rolled in the …