WINTER
2006
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Winter 2005-6
Rochelle Ratner |
DIE |
Every
time he shakes the dice he hears two people brushing against
each other. A man and a woman, late at night. Little black
eyes inset in a milkwhite face. You'd think they're dalmation
puppies. No, never, and don't try to hold me back. Those
are just some of the words he hears, or pretends to hear.
All bark and no bite, as the woman reassures him. Those
two so close together, always together, hot from the warmed
hand. He blows as if to cool them. The woman tenses. The
boy he was once sits up in bed. His emptied hands feel
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