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    I. Situations: a play   Scene 1   Me: Where are you?   You: You back?   Me: Miss me?   You: Terribly.     Scene 2   Me ( drunk ): Where are you now?   You ( back from Buffalo ): Miss me?   Me ( back from nowhere ): Is it a question                                          when you already       know the answer?        ( seconds  later ):  You gave me         no other choice.                                 [message not sent]     II. Excerpts   Amor de mis  entrañas , viva  muerte , en   vano   espero   tu  palabra  escrita y  pienso  con la  flor  que se  marchita que  si  vivo sin  mí...

  Even the word is  Tasteless. Nothing. No good no bad no in between. Run little sheep run! Jump over the fences and put yourselves to bed. Sleep away cognizance.  Sleep and ignore the horrors that are part of your world. Sleep and forget that you are ok because your skin is pale. Bland. No salt, no seasoning. Walk the line, tiptoe around who you might have been. Don't let anyone see your flavor. Spice will bar you from that busy business place. Your hair or teeth or skin or dress: It must be bland. Do not offend Do not presume Do not opine. Just stay in your lane They'll guide you home They'll take away pain They'll leave you alone They'll rescind your name They'll make you a drone They'll make you insane. (But it's ok because they'll pay for your pills) Your heart is sand And your words are bland Really you're not really you anymore Mama, they took them away.