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<strong>The</strong> <strong>Sleeping</strong> <strong>Wall</strong><br />
James plays the piano. Sounds shiver across the water. Philip at the lake’s edge in his<br />
striped soccer shirt. His stone skims effortlessly over the water before it drops.<br />
<strong>The</strong> curve of James’s shoulders fills her with such longing. That first year, she went without<br />
underwear so he could have her whenever he wanted. Against the wall. On the porch<br />
floor.<br />
His music rushes at her. A flock of birds startled from the birch. A furious sheet of rain.<br />
She grabs hold of her chair, as if the flood would lift her. <strong>The</strong> play of hammer and string.<br />
<strong>The</strong> balance of melody against everything else.<br />
And they are all caught up in the resonance—as if there was no other world outside of it,<br />
only the lake and the gathering smell of rain.<br />
<strong>The</strong> canoe. <strong>The</strong> lake a mouth. She was careless with what she loved. It was always too<br />
much. Wild geese always calling, cupboards needing to be filled. <strong>The</strong> children watch the<br />
metallic clouds move above the lake. <strong>The</strong> water turns black.<br />
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