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Chapter Eleven

I am who I am

sometimes

I am not

 

Sometimes cold

other times

hot

I can be me

I can be nobody

that is

the meaning

of liberty

 

Seventy-two times

the calendar

has spun

 

Memory is

a wheel of fortune

 

But

don't call me

Vanna White 

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Chapter Twelve

 

I spin the wheel

and land on 1954

 

It is the Grandmother

of Hurricane Katrina:

 

Warnings for

Hurricane Carol 

were sounded when

we were two blocks

from the beach

in Rocky Point

 

I was a boy 

in a blanket

in the backseat

of my parents' car

zipping back east

to Whitestone on

 the Northern State Parkway

 

A human burrito

with a nickel's worth

of life

feeling warm to the womb

and loving 

every second of it

 

The Rocky Point house

was crushed

by an oak tree

but we were just

"renters"

 

Whitestone,

equally close

to the Long Island Sound

(a/k/a East River)

suffered no damage

and I can still taste

the waffles she made

on Hurricane Carol Sunday 

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Chapter Thirteen

 

When you can still feel

warm to the womb

but in fact

are much closer

to the tomb,

you've got

equilibrium

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The next chapters

are here

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