JNANA HODSON
	FREE FALL Half of our penultimate conversation occurred after we hung up. This upside-down hum-drum patched-together survival perplexes. What strand of negativity wound the initial shock when I was told I wouldn’t go West this summer but would instead battle the seniority of twelve coworkers clustering a holiday to their three-week vacation. Your romping banter with infants had me stirring too many Tanqueray pyrotechnic distillations.
	© 2003 Jnana Hodson
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