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I watched her for ten long minutes in Barnes & Noble. Long, brown, blunt hair matching cocoa, tasseled kaffia, Standing akimbo, as an attentive page, serving her proud knight of “News & Entertainment.” She is alphabetizing 150 magazines for ten long minutes, studied, somber. Each placement on the shelves as sacred and final as the grave. “Do you have the new issue of Harper’s?” I asked. “I’m sorry,” she said, “I don’t work here.”
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Laughed out loud. Reminds me of my obsessive habit of picking up recyclable trash on the streets of Ambridge. They say all poets have OCD….
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no we don’t no we don’t no we don’t…. hahahaha
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Bizarre day. Love it!
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