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11:00AM - 2005-1-02
Down on the shower floor, I grip her soapy leg like a baby monkey; like an R. Crumb self-portrait. My eyes are closed, my head pressed tight against her thigh, and I'm thinking of another girl. Not another girl's leg, for there is no leg I'd rather be holding- and my love for the woman attached to it is profound. This jones is more complex: I want this other girl here. With me in this tragic, beautiful, here. I am a criminal in love with an expert witness.
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