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Maple Tree: Wound

Maple Tree: Wound 46 and dying was no more than our living. But now here we are both retired, both out to pasture lay-people now each in our own way-- and, Daphne, I am not charmed by your taking so to heart your assignments and your name: earth-planted withered laurel, friable bark fierce roots. Dana Roeser The extended metaphor: ``the emblem of yourself, if you like, or of someone, or something, else.'' Coming home from lunch with Tom and Mary, where I got a little relief, a little temporary relief, from the agony of always hustling for the next thing, I take a stick to the bolus of solidified pus--on the knot, on the bare place--is it the amputation place?--of a limb-- 47 of the giant maple that dominates my life. Once I touched the white lump with my fingers. Lucy was with me. It had a kind of wetness, a kind of sweat. Disgusting. Ruth will not let up with the cognitive therapy shit. I know exactly what she's up to. I've read about it. Just keep telling the ``client'' that he/she is fine. That will change the pattern of the negative thinking about him/herself. What kind of fool does http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Prairie Schooner University of Nebraska Press

Maple Tree: Wound

Prairie Schooner , Volume 82 (1) – May 11, 2008

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46 and dying was no more than our living. But now here we are both retired, both out to pasture lay-people now each in our own way-- and, Daphne, I am not charmed by your taking so to heart your assignments and your name: earth-planted withered laurel, friable bark fierce roots. Dana Roeser The extended metaphor: ``the emblem of yourself, if you like, or of someone, or something, else.'' Coming home from lunch with Tom and Mary, where I got a little relief, a little temporary relief, from the agony of always hustling for the next thing, I take a stick to the bolus of solidified pus--on the knot, on the bare place--is it the amputation place?--of a limb-- 47 of the giant maple that dominates my life. Once I touched the white lump with my fingers. Lucy was with me. It had a kind of wetness, a kind of sweat. Disgusting. Ruth will not let up with the cognitive therapy shit. I know exactly what she's up to. I've read about it. Just keep telling the ``client'' that he/she is fine. That will change the pattern of the negative thinking about him/herself. What kind of fool does

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Published: May 11, 2008

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