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end-of-shift 2/07/06 |
| STRIPPING DOWN I shed the day in increments. Peeling off the smiley-face smock, rag-top down, heat on, windows up. A wan smile of moon wisps the sky. Shrugging off the must of old inhale, exhale, full breath, then home. Stripping down to a hundred bones, nine insistent orifices. They buried Coretta today. |