Maybe it was that other song you sang
The afternoon's mail just brought me Not One of Us #46, containing my poems "Sheydim-tants" and "Cemetery Theater." It's a gigantic issue. There's a new murder ballad by Erik Amundsen and the heart of a beast by Patricia Russo, ghost-eating by Jeannelle Ferreira and an old tale by Rose Lemberg in new jewelry, true things about tourism and strange things about archaeology, monstrous children, memories, other things. I have to hold off on reading it for a little; my boring job. No matter. It's more of today.

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