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silentbob guess there's something wrong with me. guess i don't fit in. no one wants to touch it. no one knows where to begin. i've got more than one membership to more than one club, and i owe my life to the people that i love. he looks me up and down like he knows what time it is. like he's got my number. like he thinks it's his. he says, "call me, miss difranco, if there's anything i can do." i say, "it's mr. difranco to you." somedays the line i walk turns out to be straight, other days the line tends to deviate. i've got no criteria for sex or race. i just want to hear your voice. i just want to see your face. she looks me up and down like she thinks that i'll mature. like she's got my number. like it belongs to her. she says, "call me, ms. difranco if there's anything i can do." i say, "i've got spots i've got stripes, too." their eyes are all asking are you in, or are you out. and i think, "oh man, what is this about?" tonight you can't put me up on any shelf, 'cause i came here alone. i'm gonna leave by myself. i just want to show you the way that i feel, and when i get tired you can take the wheel. to me what's more important is the person that i bring, not just getting to the same restaurant and eating the same thing. guess there's something wrong with me. guess i don't fit in. no one wants to touch it, no one knows where to begin. i've more than one membership to more than one club, and i owe my life to the people that i love. 000828
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silentbob Thats Ani. 000828
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oscar the screendoor battering against the doorframe as the door-spring pulled it back hard

the sparrows flitting back and forth

eating the mulberries of the tree
sweet, sticky,purple,messy

"You boys better come in through the back" My father saying sternly as we have already tracked the purple stuff on the living room rug too many times this summer for my mom to tolerate

"Que Cabrones!" my mother says, half shocked half irritated

streaked with dust and sweat and berry juice and
me with my dirt-caked toy soldiers clutched in hand

my brother with his green nerf football, similarly dirty
(himself,not the ball)

i lingered in the back doorway, enjoying the rush of air from the swampcooler

"come on, in or out?"

i smelled dinner cooking and new there was no way we'd be allowed at the table in our condition

peeling off my clothes as i ran to to the bathroom

seven years old running naked down the hall to start the bath

wrapping the toy soldiers in my shirt as i dropped it on the bathroom floor

throwing in an extra capful of Mr Bubble as the water ran

a hot august day
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girl_jane Decide quickly-the door is open and it's getting cold. 020310
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