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Kate Greenstreet

A sample poem from the book

7 [raises the boiling point] (from “Salt”)

She’s just there.

What do you mean “What’s the deal?”

She’s sleeping.

You can spend a long time not doing something.

To lean towards. Also, take care of.

There’ll be something.

That’s how it was last time.

You start by breaking it down.

It just stinks.

It’s the order,

in a sentence.

We expect the words to come to us,

in a certain order.

I don’t know the answer.

I was young.

It was essential to keep my mother going.

I’m not trying to be hidden, but it’s natural.

A story has to leave out nearly everything or nobody can follow it.