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I. It will all feel like a miracle again: the way the sun turns blue at Bleecker. Traces of saliva, clothing, eyelashes will be left on these park benches. Concrete is rooted, but wood and steel will always bend and pull a muscle— II. Look how you shed hair on the tiles, how you never clean up anymore. Pastel-colored tissues don’t stop you from crying. You’ve got to fry the pork and listen to the fire. Hold grease with your hands.

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