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she puts down the handmirror. “Look at” arranging before me a mellifluous idiot grin (with what was nose upwrinkled into nothing earthly, while the slippery eyes drown in surging flesh). A thumblike index down- dragging yanks back skin “see” (i, seeing, ceased to breathe). The plump left fist opening “wisdom.” Flicker of gold. “Yep. No gas. Flynn”

the words drizzle untidily from released cheeks “I’l] tell duh woild; some noive all right. Aint much on looks but how dat baby ached.”

and when i timidly hinted “novocaine?” the eyes outstart, curl, bloat, are newly baked

and swaggering cookies of indignant light

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