... Sometimes, in peaceful silence, we would sit side by side, almost with our arms about each other, each thinking our own twilight thoughts, and the thoughts of both of us would flow like rivers when we opened our lips to speak, and you shared with me our experiences in Vietnam, how a fish ate my heirloom, why my brother died, how every picture of me displays the trace of some cookie that I was always eating, why I had no hair for the first three years, how I became the biggest baby recorded in the village, why you taught me to hide in the bamboo-thickets, and while the days pass, I grow to love you more, even more than before, and although you don't want me to leave school, I must...you must stay, and I know you will stay... because after all...after all I know you and you hear me...

I know not why I must leave, can't they find a place for me?; I know I will find my way back, and I will find ways to negotiate between what is spoken and what is written, following only that which I know is pleasurable...


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