DAVID LAWRENCE : The Smart Girl Next to Me
L. WARD ABEL : Danger
CAROL BORZYSKOWSKI : A Persistent Belief in Ghosts
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DAVID LAWRENCE
The Smart Girl Next to Me
I climb to the top of the educational ladder to plant a flag On my ignorance. All day the birds are circling around the flag, Announcing the language of the seashore. If I write in script I can't read what I am saying. I print your name on my forehead So that you will understand the connection. When I went to school I didn't feel that I was smart Enough to drop out. The girl next to me never did her homework but Knew all of the answers. She had read other books. She had lived other lives. I don't remember what she looked like. She must have been ugly. I can't get over the uncomfortable feeling of looking at her Or my wonder about how she knew so much about things that We were not being taught.
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L. WARD ABEL
Danger
My mind is empty. I'm strangely calm; this rock can be slick after the rain. Normally I would be afraid at such a drop-off, but something holds me. I crave that holding.
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CAROL BORZYSKOWSKI 
A Persistent Belief in Ghosts
Anne, you and Sylvia haunt me. Any minute now I expect all hell to break loose from your visitations. Sylvia made me coffee this morning bumped the stove with her rump gave me a wicked wink. I don't believe in hell. I do believe in electric stoves. I'm not that eager to make a mistake. Listen Anne, can we talk? Put Sylvia on the extension, we need a three way connection. I want to talk to you about vodka bottle you left on my car seat, and about the bricks propped against the gas pedal. I don't believe in heaven. I do believe in designated drivers. Words have layers of meanings and I'm sick of arguments over any idea from lunch to life and death. I have regrets, have shed my quota of tears; Karma echoes like an empty room. Your spirits guard my path. What we send out is returned. That I do believe.
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DAVID LAWRENCE : The Smart Girl Next to Me
L. WARD ABEL : Danger
CAROL BORZYSKOWSKI : A Persistent Belief in Ghosts

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