Academic journal article TriQuarterly

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Academic journal article TriQuarterly

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Close as I ever come, it had to have been forty feet over a concrete floor, this speed freak handed me a length of six-inch pipe weighed near as much as he did. He's wired up, and I was out of it, into my sad wishful groove, forgiving everybody, holding hands and all that in my head. You can't be up that high and living in your head. But I called home that night before, a little drunk, collect, and told Jude how I missed her. She said, "Yeah," and wouldn't let me talk to the girls. We weren't separated yet. It was this new job, had to have one guy with a carpenter's card; no carpentry, turns out, but they can't fire me. We were traveling, small towns, nowhere you could hang out until nighttime; so I worked: I showed up anyway, with Irish coffee, and did something, not much, just to entertain myself. So, this speed freak, he's gone three days maybe with no sleep, he hands me the pipe. …

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