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I slipped in, unwanted. Like silverfish, fleas, a blocked pore. Like any small annoyance that beggars explanation. I wanted to be Like algae. The velvety soup an endless mouth over the clear breast of water. Green pond's eye. It neither toils nor spins. I lived in Texas, catching rides that took longer than I thought. And death never caught me, easy as I was to catch. The nine ready virgins have gone in with their bridegroom, lamps lit, each one a life I might have lived. I am loose at the joints. Walked every bare socket, swung every dry bone.