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He could have wept to think of it, wept at the deep-throated ht a strong seductive aroma God, what is it? His whole body see at a young girl

She sat in a s hi mop around her white face Her scant clothes were dirty A little runaith her torn jeans and soiled shirt What a perfect picture, even to the sprinkling of freckles across her nose, and the greasy backpack that lay at her feet But the shape of her little ars weresoftly, but it was hue! He realized he had taken her face in his hands and she was staring up at hi, and a faint scarlet blush came in her warm little cheeks

Blood, that was the aro Why, he could even see the blood vessels beneath her skin! And the sound of her heart, he could hear it It was getting louder, it was such aa moist sound He backed away from her

"God, get her out of here!" he cried

"Take her," Armand whispered "And do it now "

KHAYMAN, MY KHAYMAN

No one is listening

Now you , as the bird does, not for territory or doement

Let so

STAN RICE

from "Texas Suite" Body of Work (1983)

UNTIL THIS NIGHT, THIS AWFUL NIGHT, HE'D HAD A little joke about himself: He didn't knoho he was, or where he'd come from, but he knehat he liked And what he liked was all around hilass buildings full of rass beneath his feet And the bought things of shining plastic and metal-toys, coure them out, master them, then crush thele or toss through plate glass hen nobody was about

He liked piano music, the motion pictures, and the poems he found in books

He also liked the autoreat jet planes that flew on the same scientific principles, above the clouds

He always stopped and listened to the people laughing and talking up there when one of the planes flew overhead