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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=482886" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Circulation</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">And all at length are gathered in.<br>  --LOUISE BOGAN</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By the time I came around to feeling pain<br>and woke up, moonlight<br>flooded the room. My arm lay paralyzed,<br>propped up like an old anchor under<br>your back. You were in a dream,<br>you said later, where you'd arrived<br>early for the dance. But after<br>a moment's anxiety you were okay<br>because it was really a sidewalk<br>sale, and the shoes you were wearing,<br>or not wearing, were fine for that.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  <br>  <br>&quot;Help me,&quot; I said. And tried to hoist<br>my arm. But it just lay there, aching,<br>unable to rise on its own. Even after<br>you said, &quot;What is it? What's wrong?&quot;<br>it stayed put -- deaf, unmoved<br>by any expression of fear or amazement.<br>We shouted at it, and grew afraid<br>when it didn't answer. &quot;It's gone to sleep,&quot;<br>I said, and hearing those words<br>knew how absurd this was. But<br>I couldn't laugh. Somehow,<br>between the two of us, we managed<br>to raise it. This can't be my arm<br>is what I kept thinking as<br>we thumped it, squeezed it, and<br>prodded it back to life. Shook it<br>until that stinging went away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We said a few words to each other.<br>I don't remember what. Whatever<br>reassuring things people<br>who love each other say to each other<br>given the hour and such odd<br>circumstance. I do remember<br>you remarked how it was light<br>enough in the room that you could see<br>circles under my eyes.<br>You said I needed more regular sleep,<br>and I agreed. Each of us went<br>to the bathroom, and climbed back into bed<br>on our respective sides.<br>Pulled the covers up. &quot;Good night,&quot;<br>you said, for the second time that night.<br>And fell asleep. Maybe<br>into that same dream, or else another.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  <br>  <br>I lay until daybreak, holding<br>both arms fast across my chest.<br>Working my fingers now and then.<br>While my thoughts kept circling<br>around and around, but always going back<br>where they'd started from.<br>That one inescapable fact: even while<br>we undertake this trip,<br>there's another, far more bizarre,<br>we still have to make.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Anonymous submission.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Raymond+Clevie+Carver">Raymond Clevie Carver</a><div class=q>
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  --LOUISE BOGAN

By the time I came around to feeling pain
and woke up, moonlight
flooded the room. My arm lay paralyzed,
propped up like an old anchor under
your back. You were in a dream,
you said later, where..."></div>
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