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Stand right there. I’m tired of bad poems about nature. I’m over motherhood and cook  tops and sweeping up again and again. I want

reading meLevertov on the yellow sofa  reading you this line overlo mein reminding me no, we did that in bed reminding you of the resonant frequency  of theknitted garment 

There’s this game we used to play. I don’t think we ever came up with a name for it. In the aboveground pool, we became