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Being Somewhere But Not Completely: That Was Home For Danny. . . . All He Needed Was A Cellphone Or I-access, Or Both At Once, Or Even Just A Plan To Leave Wherever He Was And Go Someplace Else Really Really Soon.

She Looks Like Someone I Want To Know, Or Maybe Even Be.

We Stand There, Quiet. My Questions All Seem Wrong: How Did You Get So Old? Was It All At Once, In A Day, Or Did You Peter Out Bit By Bit? When Did You Stop Having Parties? Did Everyone Else Get Old Too, Or Was It Just You? Are Other People Still Here, Hiding In The Palm Trees Or Holding Their Breath Underwater? When Did You Last Swim Your Laps? Do Your Bones Hurt? Did You Know This Was Coming And Hide That You Knew, Or Did It Ambush You From Behind?

Be Willing And Unafraid To Write Badly, Because Often The Bad Stuff...forms A Base On Which To Build Something Better.

Sometimes I Imagine Myself Looking Back On Right Now And I Think Like Where Will I Be Standing When I Look Back Will Right Now Look Like The Beginning Of A Great Life Or... Or What