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Sometimes I'd See My Father, Walking Past My Building On His Way To Another Nowhere. I Could Have Given Him A Key, Offered A Piece Of My Floor. A Futon. A Bed. But I Never Did. If I Let Him Inside I Would Become Him, The Line Between Us Would Blur, My Own Slow-motion Car Wreck Would Speed Up. The Slogan On The Side Of A Moving Company Truck Read Together We Are Going Places--modified By A Vandal Or A Disgruntled Employee To Read Together We Are Going Down. If I Went To The Drowning Man The Drowning Man Would Pull Me Under. I Couldn't Be His Life Raft.

In Life You Get One Take, And It's Perfect. It's Strange, Afterwards You Might Think I Shouldn't Have Reacted That Way, But That's The Way You Reacted. That's Your Take; That's All You Get.

I Can Weep Pretty Easily. I Can Get Tears In My Eyes From A Beautiful Work Of Art.

The First Book I Could Call Mine, My First Book, Was A Picture Book, The Magic Monkey - It Was Adapted From An Old Chinese Legend By A Thirteen-year-old Prodigy Named Plato Chan With The Help Of His Sister.

Writers, Especially Poets, Are Particularly Prone To Madness.