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Hurry

You cannot cross this border

without your name. Think

harder, the stone says

as it slips into the milk, that

great pale vat out of which

my mother selected

the sound of it

from the same silence

that surrounds me now.

Pen in hand. Marble statue

standing at the center

of the great museum

whispering, whispering, without

needing to move her lips:

Listen.

I try, but I

can’t hear it.

Hurry.

The old man

with tears in his eyes

watches his old brother hobble

to the men’s room at McDonald’s.