Leora Fridman

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SO I SUGGEST SANDWICHES

In each lasting jiffy is an
action I feel through, a way
to delight those lively, frank
ladies who collapse along
the banks of the river I have
newly come to know. We
are moving: So I suggest
sandwiches, hoping we can
move a few steps away from
ecstasy & fainting & a delight
in the liver itself. These
women require me because
they have such fibrous deadlines.
More women are inclined to
stories about falling than are
inclined to enjoy a crunch.
We live around rubber today.
This is the way sound operates
on this scale: there is always
a muffling sand. Grow small,
indict yourself, & less will
assemble. Less will be tough.
We are glad here, in the way
falling has to be glad. So I
suggest you find us walking,
you find us a common law
to flop along, you find us
an unveiled picnic where
no one else can stand.

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