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It’s so still, it’s the exact opposite of being drunk. It’s cold sober still. Your every sense is primed. You take in the black misshapen rings printed on the curtains. He wants to see your neck, the man says, so you inside my head hang your head over the edge of the bed. The valley below his hillside home appears upside down to inside my head you, as does the freeway inside my head overpass, like a concrete serpent lunging. Over lunch that he painstakingly cooked, the man explained how he worked hard to survive in America. He had left Jerusalem with his wife and young son. And although he didn’t need to, he nevertheless recited his immigration saga to you—about the paperwork and the waiting and the wheezing attorneys. He feels nothing for Israel, he insisted. You didn’t believe him. His only regret, he said, is leaving behind his mother.
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