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It’s not the first cool day of autumn, but it’s the first that won’t end until April, if ever. The hail covers every crack in the sidewalk. I skate across it, turn into rain. Later I’m standing in the mud, counting. Julie calls to say the surgery didn’t work, third one this year. Doctor referred her to some research hospital in Ypsilanti, but she won’t be studied. She’s on a new diet instead, only avocados and citrus. She says, *That’s why Sudan has the lowest cancer rates and there’s still lots of time but please come see me this weekend.* I take off my shoes and look for a place shaped like my feet.  I tell her I’ll build us a sweat lodge on the Auglaize, I could learn how, I’ve seen it done. We’ll sing Kirtan to Hanuman and sage the hell out of you, that’ll do it. I’m sure.   No she says *build me a school for the things beneath the things, inside, around, the scaffolding.* There are walls inside these walls. Enough space for all of us to pray for certainty the way it prays for us. *Fear is the cheapest room in the house. I would like to see you living in better conditions.*
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Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 10:42 PM UTC
For Julie
It’s not the first cool day of autumn, but it’s the first that won’t end until April, if ever. The hail covers every crack in the sidewalk. I skate across it, turn into rain. Later I’m standing in the mud, counting. Julie calls to say the surgery didn’t work, third one this year. Doctor referred her to some research hospital in Ypsilanti, but she won’t be studied. She’s on a new diet instead, only avocados and citrus. She says, *That’s why Sudan has the lowest cancer rates and there’s still lots of time but please come see me this weekend.* I take off my shoes and look for a place shaped like my feet.  I tell her I’ll build us a sweat lodge on the Auglaize, I could learn how, I’ve seen it done. We’ll sing Kirtan to Hanuman and sage the hell out of you, that’ll do it. I’m sure.   No she says *build me a school for the things beneath the things, inside, around, the scaffolding.* There are walls inside these walls. Enough space for all of us to pray for certainty the way it prays for us. *Fear is the cheapest room in the house. I would like to see you living in better conditions.*
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Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 10:42 PM UTC
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