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The moon creates the tree music rich with gnats, the nightly rub of wale on wale. On a tin roof, rain falls first as buttons then moth balls. Even lozenges are beautiful here. Fresh Necco wafers patter into piles. Light bulbs are extinct. We are all rich in the dark, I says U.
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Numbers
The snake and me swim early when the mist twists from the lake the fish rub against us and the snake makes figure eights around my legs to teach me numbers: one is him two is me and Adam and eight is what he winds through me when Adam comes looking me and the snake climb up the tree the snake tells me to throw three apples far to make Adam look the other way one, two, three, eight the snake laughs through his nose like seeds in a dried gourd makes hairs on my neck prickle but snake and me get along mostly though he says it should be snake and I but an eye is what there are two of on a face even his and when Adam and me are face to face, he doesn't care about I but that snake, he is forever counting
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ELIZABETH KERLIKOWSKE
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Until you have made a chair, you do not understand the first thing about chairs. You have never actually looked at a chair in a structural, intelligent way. You've taken for granted the displacement of your fat and gristle. When the time comes to begin, you stare at the wood expecting it to form itself into braces and slats, but these branches don't know any more than you, all virgins in this territory where the idea of chair is the empty spot in a jigsaw puzzle reserved for a chair. Clearly it must be built from the ground up. You could go inside and look at some chairs, but after sitting in them for fifty years, you should know how they're built. Haven't you observed the square exoskeleton keeping the legs together or the criss-crossed dowels under the rocker? You had such a clear vision of what your chair should be, but now that the moment's here, you consider tepees and trellises, both easier and more free-form than a chair. From this future, you admire the person who invented the first chair and designed the rake and emery board and dreamed the wheel and then the early cooks who burned sugar which became caramel and the unlucky gatherers who taught the others which mushrooms were inedible. You are your ancestor as you begin the legs, as you saw to not quite-exact-measurements, and the branch nubs fall first with a knock then later thud into sawdust. You are not much of a pounder, but quickly learn the twank the hammer makes as nails go awry early in their journey. When the legs are connected to crosspieces, the thing wobbles terribly and one leg just brushes the ground, but it stands, a new colt just licked down. You always knew the antlered branch would be the back, spindled, easily attached, and now this experiment resembles a chair, not the chair born in your head, but a chair made for a very light elf with perhaps a humped back that would pitch him forward to fit the chair. You add slats to the seat and weave thick twine just like making potholders in fourth
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