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I Lead You Back to This World, and: To a Muse, One, and: To a Muse, Two

I Lead You Back to This World, and: To a Muse, One, and: To a Muse, Two MaryJo Mahoney I Lead You Back to This World At midnight, we dropped nets from the dock into the granite water, waiting for the white bellies of crabs to rise, a screen of embryos whirling and kicking the tide. When they lighted, we turned flashlights on them to make the awful galloping stop, and they sank like rocks into our nets. If you can still do this, Jenny, I am begging. To a Muse, One James, what the hell happened that the tube did not breathe into her when she needed it? I am lying in bed in a prison town changeable about whether you knew or if you were preciously manufacturing it all as beauty. And so the idea of those thoughts I've wasted, even though a part of me is in the stacks of the university library believing you about a damn football game. Therefore, when it came time, James, when you knew she needed more than a tube, when it came time for you to do something, you did nothing. It was the one real time I needed you, and you did nothing. No. Do not say one word right now, you dawdler. To a http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Prairie Schooner University of Nebraska Press

I Lead You Back to This World, and: To a Muse, One, and: To a Muse, Two

Prairie Schooner , Volume 80 (3)

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MaryJo Mahoney I Lead You Back to This World At midnight, we dropped nets from the dock into the granite water, waiting for the white bellies of crabs to rise, a screen of embryos whirling and kicking the tide. When they lighted, we turned flashlights on them to make the awful galloping stop, and they sank like rocks into our nets. If you can still do this, Jenny, I am begging. To a Muse, One James, what the hell happened that the tube did not breathe into her when she needed it? I am lying in bed in a prison town changeable about whether you knew or if you were preciously manufacturing it all as beauty. And so the idea of those thoughts I've wasted, even though a part of me is in the stacks of the university library believing you about a damn football game. Therefore, when it came time, James, when you knew she needed more than a tube, when it came time for you to do something, you did nothing. It was the one real time I needed you, and you did nothing. No. Do not say one word right now, you dawdler. To a

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