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From the word Go, I went.

It was a double go. Go - if you want.

You should go? I should stop you?

You should have stopped me. I should

have gone somewhere else. Did I know?

I should have stayed? Go, you said

with the pronoun. Not “You go”, but

“Go you.” Translate yourself somewhere.

It had to do with my translation.

It wasn’t even the first Go I heeded.

It was a copied declaration, a mimeographed

suggestion, a Hebrew word tied to the tail

of a shampooed Manhattan poodle.