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Wasn't on purpose that I drilled	A
through my finger or the nurse	B
laughed She apologized	C
three times and gave me a shot	D
of something that was a lusher	E
apology The person	F
who drove me home	G
said my smile was a smeared	H
totem that followed	I
his body that night as it arced	I
over a cliff in a dream	J
He's always flying	K
in his dreams and lands	L
on cruise ships or hovers	M
over Atlanta with an erection	F
He put me to bed and the drugs	N
wore off and I woke	O
to cannibals at my extremities	P
I woke with a sense	Q
of what nails in the palms	R
might do to a spirit	I
temporarily confined to flesh	S
That too was an accident	I
if you believe Judas	T
merely wanted to be loved	I
To be loved by God	I
Urban the th	U
had heads cut off	V
that were inadequately	W
bowed by dogma To be loved	I
by Blondie Dagwood	I
gets nothing right	I
except the hallucinogenic	X
architecture of sandwiches	Y
He would have drilled	I
through a finger too	I
while making a case for books	Z
on home repair and health	A2
Drilling through my finger's	Z
not the dumbest thing	K
I've done Second place	Z
was approaching	K
a frozen gas cap with lighter	E
in hand while thinking	K
heat melts ice and not	I
explosion kills asshole First	I
place was passing	K
through a bedroom door	B2
and removing silk that did not	I
belong to my wife	C2
Making a bookcase is not	I
the extent of my apology	W
I've also been beaten up	D2
in a bar for saying huevos	Z
rancheros in a way	E2
insulting to the patrons'	Z
ethnicity I've also lost	I
my job because lying	K
face down on the couch	F2
didn't jibe with my employer's	Z
definition of home	G
office I wanted her to come	G2
through the door on Sunday	E2
and see the bookcase	Z
she'd asked me to build	I
for a year and be impressed	I
that it didn't lean	H2
or wobble even though	I2
I've only leaned and often	F
wobbled Now it's half	J2
done but certainly	W
a better gift with its map	K2
of my unfaithful blood	I

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