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I can close my eyes and sit back if I want to,

I can lean against my friends’ shoulders

and eat as they’re eating, and drink from the bottle

being passed back and forth; I can lighten up, can’t I,

Christ, can’t I? There is another subject, in a minute

I’ll think of it. I will. And if you know it, help me.

Help me. Remind me why I’m here.

—KIM ADDONIZIO