Don’t move. Quiet
down. Blow your nose.
Can you blow your nose?
When was the last time you
blew your nose?

Are you listening? Why
aren’t you listening
to me? Let
the dog out.

The dog wants to go
outside. The dog wants to eat.
The dog is crying at the door.
Can you let the dog out?

Stay still awhile. Just a bit longer.
To be seen. To be seen by me. Before
you leave. Stay still awhile and
let me hold your hand, let me

read you a story. Let me tell
you a story about when I
was a little boy. A story
you’ve heard before or

maybe a new one. About
how I lost my Twist-o-Flex
watch in the Puyallup
River. Throwing rocks.

How I was not to be
anywhere near the banks
of the Puyallup River.
How we searched,

but it was lost, and how
devastated I was, how
much I am the same as
you. How different.

How still I was. How
still. So I ask you,
for the moment. To
stay still awhile. Come over

to me.

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