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You leave the apartment.
You bring home the bacon.
Once you walked all the way home eating
jalapeños from a jar.
All day I think about words
and how words can topple and humiliate my enemies.
I walk for hours this way with my son
in a small carriage through the humid beech trees.
We cross rivulets and cricket grounds.
Huge groups of kids get in trouble.
We rest on a bridge.
We wait for a crocodile to pass before we cross the river.
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