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when i was a child i drowned in less than a foot of water. a few days later i saw an animal strung up by it's ankles and slaughtered. my parents stressed the fight against tooth decay. my grandmother died with every one of her teeth embedded in her fractured face. in college i'd stare out the window at manhattan chase fornicating with the moon giving birth to rusting gates. fatherland where we all fall down and dig instead of pray. a skinny girl screaming in her sleep, waking, rushing to the door mumbling "it's okay, everythng is okay." and you know what? i'm smarter than all those things from which i came and look at me...even sorrow can't keep me away from drinking in my one gilled bride.