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From ANDRE BRETON'S WRITER'S BLOCK 2: Loving The Worm His rages were iridescent. He "exploded" when Y suggested cutting open some Mexican jumping beans with which the group was playing. GETTING EVEN One-- I am at odds. Folded once, doubled back Upon myself: two, a mirror, And, of course, me-- The eye In the closet, watching-- makes three. Folded again: getting even. Cut me, and I bleed In four places. © Belle Randall