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A headless sentry guards a cave with a sign around his neck: "Danger, do not enter." The other side says: "Too Boring." I push him over. Inside, there are plants and Fiestaware “Simpsons” vases, each with a surprised look. They begin to snigger.

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I learn that my fiancee is only 17. She was able to finish college, where I met her, at such a young age because she "worked all the examples."

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Our yard is now connected with my brother-in-law, J's, yard. His black dog runs into our yard. J looks out the window as he plays boogie woogie piano. He now has a trimmed gray beard. I motion to him that I would like to jam. He motions back by wiggling his hand —maybe later. Later we see his new fireplace. It consumes an entire wall and the smoldering logs are stacked to the ceiling. I describe my Disneyland experience to a short Asian woman. I tell her that I did try the weightlessness ride and that I got to fly. I tell her that it felt like I expected it would.

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G and I walk home from church. Frequently, there are pools in the sidewalk that we must swim through, underwater. The water is cold and we can see trout swimming. I offer to pass along her road improvement suggestions to the church.

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If I purchase a bunch of bananas with ginger-root-like extensions, my fiancée’s father will have the $98 needed to come visit us.

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I am back in college, visiting two girls (Reese Witherspoon and Lara Flynn Boyle.) L is very tall and smells good. A guy named Kenny sits on the floor fixing a fish tank for them. We shake hands awkwardly. We all take a walk down the street, two by two, me with L. We are in downtown Denver. We cross the street. L suddenly has an idea and we return home. I give R a "chicken" crochet sweater. She seems to love it and puts it on over the sweater she's wearing. We discuss her "color." She lets on that she knows about my painting method. She gives me a white, gaudy leather jacket with appliqued colored trinkets. I try it on. It is very stiff and my hands don't seem to fit through the sleeve holes. I do some Russian accent shtick, rather unfunny, with my brother. He pulls on my hand, but pulls me forward and I fall over the couch.

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Gangsters throw a guy off the Pajarito cliffs. They give him a spin.

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I perform a ritual as I chant: "Through the mist...ashes, ashes." I rub some silver-painted sandwiches with the back of a spoon in a clockwise motion. I get the chills.

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My neighbor comes over to our house with a dead, plucked bird. If you point the wings and look directly over it, you can see a ghost in his doorway. It's blond and looks like my sister in jammies.

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In the UNM stacks, I take the second door. Most desks have been taken, with books spread out. My friend is doing an autopsy at a fluorescently lit table. He holds up bones that are wet and squishy and turn to mush when squeezed.