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Considering that I'd made it back and whole and been given the Bronze Star to return to Nixon with a note about where to stick it and was living by the beach in PG, CA with a moss green Sunbeam Alpine parked out front and would soon meet Jill who would take me to San Francisco but leave in three years for Sand City where I last saw her grinding on a stage, her naked ass churning the air to the delight of a bar full of soldiers while I went back to Teryl who would later leave for Paris with Jonathan so I could go to Tokyo to meet Izumi and have two kids and be sitting by the kitchen window some thirty years later on a gray day in Kobe watching a sparrow with a splash of yellow to each wing perch on the bush edging the lot where two houses had collapsed in the quake crushing two old people in their sleep, where the bird, perched on the bush when last I looked, has flown and considering all that, standing on that porch in Pacific Grove, I should have been laughing my ass off instead of wearing one mask or another. |
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