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A PLACE FOR EVERYTHING

All morning, I walk around with a bag over my head.

My mother calls on the telephone. She wears a paper hat. She keeps it in her pocketbook while she is sleeping. “I want to join in,” I tell her. I fold the bag into a sombrero. Outside, there are no ships. The bay is foggy and still. I am exhausted. I am like a runner about to cross the finish line at the end of a very important race. When you ask me to love you, I rise up like a balloon. I ring your doorbell five times. I wait for you to have me in and hang up my hat.