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And Words Are All I Have
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Beyond what any of us could have imagined.
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What anyone could have described.
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I’m powerless: We all are.
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This runaway train of tests and results
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and the tortuous waiting.
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Shock and denial kicking in, predictably,
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for a heart-stopping ride that never ends.
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Listening to the doctors I stand
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appeearing to onlookers almost disinterested.
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Where are the incisive questions now?
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That cut to the bone I’m famous for.
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but the answers would not be fit
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There are strangers who look at you like they know you and the smell of a bar on a cold night is always the same whether in Pittsburgh or Penang, where we search for something to matter, the faces we can trust until morning. City streets at three in the morning are identical, their shadowy passageways and slick pavement advising …
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It comes down to the ceremony now, the detail. Pressing your shirt with the cutaway collar, not too much starch, the way you liked it. I chose the shoes that were a bit small, but they were so fine-looking and you would approve. At the last minute I remembered your favourite photo of all of us for tucking into your …
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