i saw somewhere on the always beautiful and informative world wide web that some london bookie is taking bets on whether or not a dirty nuke will explode somewhere in the west in aught eight.
I had thought the tumors on my spine would kill me but the tumors on my head seem to be extraordinary competitive this week.
For the past twenty or thirty years I have eaten the freshest most organic and colorful fruits and vegetables I did not drink I did drink one small glass of red wine with dinner nearly every day as suggested by The New York Times I should have taken longer walks but obviously I have done something wrong
I don't mean morally or ethically or geographically I did not live near a nuclear graveyard or under a coal stack nor did I allow my children to do so I lived in a city no worse than any other great and famous city I lived one story above a street that led cabs and ambulances to the local hospital that didn't seem so bad and was often convenient
In any event I am already old and therefore a little ashamed to have written this poem full of complaints against mortality which biological fact I have been constructed for to hand on to my children and grand— children as I received it from my dear mother and father and beloved grandmother who all ah if I remember it were in great pain at leaving and were furiously saying goodbye
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I love this, dad.
i saw somewhere on the always beautiful and informative world wide web that some london bookie is taking bets on whether or not a dirty nuke will explode somewhere in the west in aught eight.
I had thought the tumors...
By Grace Paley
I had thought the tumors
on my spine would kill me but
the tumors on my head seem to be
extraordinary competitive this week.
For the past twenty or thirty years
I have eaten the freshest most
organic and colorful fruits and
vegetables I did not drink I
did drink one small glass of red
wine with dinner nearly every day
as suggested by The New York Times
I should have taken longer walks but
obviously I have done something wrong
I don't mean morally or ethically or
geographically I did not live near
a nuclear graveyard or under a coal
stack nor did I allow my children
to do so I lived in a city no worse
than any other great and famous city I
lived one story above a street that led
cabs and ambulances to the local hospital
that didn't seem so bad and was
often convenient
In any event I am
already old and therefore a little ashamed
to have written this poem full
of complaints against mortality which
biological fact I have been constructed for
to hand on to my children and grand—
children as I received it from my
dear mother and father and beloved
grandmother who all
ah if I remember it
were in great pain at leaving
and were furiously saying goodbye
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