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Jane M. Downs<br />
Part Four<br />
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<strong>The</strong> child wakes. <strong>The</strong> mobile over her crib. Little white lambs circle with nowhere<br />
to go. Round and round. Hypnotic. <strong>The</strong> door creaks open. She’s figured<br />
this out—door opens and she will be touched. Right now, she knows only the<br />
hands of her mother, her father. Gentle hands. Right now it is magic opening.<br />
All of it.<br />
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James is late for his class. Mai is without an umbrella. He holds the door. She brushes<br />
against him. Rain beads on blue-black hair.<br />
Medina at the edge of his vision. Spinning woman. Spinning world. Bracelets clatter.<br />
Scented lipstick. His sons run across the meadow, shirts flapping like flags in wind.<br />
Mai in the front row. He hands out the syllabus. Her feet are wet. He starts with Hegel.<br />
She takes notes in a small black notebook.<br />
Her back toward the house, Medina sits for hours at the dock end. Lost in a book. Lost in<br />
a dream. Lost to them all. <strong>The</strong> boys in an attic room devising codes. Whittling with their<br />
new knives. She calls their names; her voice melts into the lake.<br />
Yes, I was in Saigon. We lived on rue des Lille. <strong>The</strong>y destroyed me then they saved me.<br />
Empty wine bottles. Medina’s mark on everything. Hair like ravens. He catches her arm.<br />
She spins away. <strong>The</strong>y paddle the Old Town to the far shore. She takes him into her. Open<br />
me. Make me feel. Make me feel.<br />
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