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But I Can Hardly Sit Still. I Keep Fidgeting, Crossing One Leg And Then The Other. I Feel Like I Could Throw Off Sparks, Or Break A Window--maybe Rearrange All The Furniture.

That Morning She Pours Teacher's Over My Belly And Licks It Off. That Afternoon She Tries To Jump Out The Window.

You're A Beautiful Drunk, Daughter. But You're A Drunk.

That's All We Have, Finally, The Words, And They Had Better Be The Right Ones.

I Am A Cigarette With A Body Attached To It