Sinclair's DinosaurJennifer Bartlett
for r. & b. 1. The angel husband arises and takes the boy dragging fists into the forest leaves soundless temporary I cannot dream enough and it is with this dreaming that I begin slow body creeping down the stairwell toward those who love me. The boy wants to go on the canoe and he drives his point home and the father tries to convince him of the cold. Rolls and bagels and good bread. Fig spread and jelly. Old butter. Milk, OJ, four kinds of cereal. Coffee or tea. Fake sauage. Outside to the boats. One in the canoe and four in the boat. No, only three in the boat. One is afraid or lazy or wants to be alone. One in the hammock. One in the canoe. Three in the boat. Two in life jackets. One in the blanket. One in the canoe. One reading Midwinters Day. Three in the boat. One laughing. One nervous. One calm. One in the canoe. One in the hammock, Midwinter Day, resting.
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