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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=352624" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Her My Body</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">about the left nipple <br>of the woman in the bathroom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She is drying her hair, the woman<br>whose left nipple is sore. <br>We looked this evening <br>for diagonal cuts<br>or discoloration<br>or bite marks from small insects<br>that may be in our bed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is a good bed, a faithful bed. <br>A bed that won’t be hurt <br>by the consideration we gave <br>to the possibility of small <br>though disproportionately<br>strong insects in our bed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The blow-dryer sounds like a jet <br>taking off. The first time<br>I flew to Brussels, people began <br>the journey happy but ended <br>with drool on their shirts.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She is drying her hair<br>though she has never been to Brussels. <br>Drying her hair<br>though she could be petting a dog. <br>Drying her hair<br>while having red thoughts<br>about what the pain in her nipple means.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I would not dry my hair<br>in such a moment but I am bald.<br>The body of the woman <br>has many ways to cease<br>being the body of the woman.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have one way <br>to be happy<br>and she is that way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I would like to fly with her to Brussels. <br>We would not be put off by the drool. <br>This is what happens when people sleep. <br>We would buy postcards of the little boy <br>who saved Brussels when he peed on a fire. <br>We would be romantic in public places.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For the moment<br>these desires can best be furthered <br>by petting a dog.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’m also working on this theory. <br>That sometimes a part of the body<br>just hurts.<br>That the purpose of prayer<br>is to make the part of the body <br>that sometimes just hurts <br>the little toe or appendix.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Something vestigial or redundant. <br>Something that can be jettisoned. <br>I have no reason<br>to use the word cancer<br>while petting a dog.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here is a piece of a second <br>during which a jet is not flying <br>nor is it on the ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’m working on a theory <br>that no one can die<br>inside that piece of a second.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If you are comforted<br>by this thought you are welcome <br>to keep it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bob+Hicok">Bob Hicok</a><div class=q>
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of the woman in the bathroom.

She is drying her hair, the woman
whose left nipple is sore. 
We looked this evening 
for diagonal cuts
or discoloration
or bite marks from small insects
that may be in our bed.

It is a good b..."></div>
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