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May 2, 2007
Mail so slow from so far away!
Your fingers, your breath, the cars around you
Everything moving so fast
as you tear open the envelope

STOP

This is the moment when you grow up
and set aside childish beliefs
when the sidewalk drops from under your feet
And inside your guts
and where your heart is still beating
– but can’t possibly be –
only a cold wind and a heavy stone

You do not remember how you got home
or what you said to the people there
who must have wondered
how you left a girl
and came back a ghost