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• WHY I'M NOT WHERE YOU ARE 5/21/63   To my unborn child:

  point at,"The regular, please," orperhaps, "AndIwouldn't saynotosomething sweet,"whenmyonly friend, Mr.Richter, suggested, "Whatifyou tried tomake asculpture again?What's theworst thingthatcould happen?" Ishuffled halfway into thefilled book: "I'mnotsure, butit'slate." Iwent through hundreds ofbooks, thousands ofthem, theywere allover the apartment, Iused them asdoorstops andpaperweights, Istacked themifIneeded toreach something, Islid them under thelegs ofwobbly tables,Iused them astrivets andc...