December 2011
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Girl Named Sara
She said, once, that she
didn’t like routine;
avoided it, in fact—
Daily, in her bathroom she
shrugged off intuition;
made an active effort to change
the order of her
hygienic duties, so:
Sometimes the teeth were
brushed straight out of the
shower, one hand wiping
that fog from the mirror, and
Sometimes the teeth came
after the anti-perspirant, but...
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Raymond Carver reading some poems in London. 1987.
