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@@ -18,31 +18,31 @@ epigraph:
     attrib: Larry Levis
 ...
 
-He didn't have any polish so he spit-shined the whole thing, \
-top to bottom.  It gleamed like maybe a tomato on the vine \
-begging to be picked and thrown on some caprese.  Death loved caprese.
-
-He stood up and put the horn to his lips, imagining \
-it was a woman he loved.  He blushed as he realized \
-it was a terrible metaphor.  \
-He practiced for six hours a day---what else to do?
-
-Death looks at [himself in the mirror][moongone] as he plays.  \
-The trumpet is suspended in midair.  Damn vampire rules.  \
-Death is always worried he might have missed a spot shaving \
-but he'll never know unless a stranger is polite enough.  \
-Not that he ever goes out or meets anyone.
-
-He wakes up late these days.  Stays in bed later.  \
-He thinks he might be depressed.  The caprese has gotten soggy \
-since he made it, maybe three days ago or maybe just two.  \
-The sun streams through his kitchen blinds like smoke.  \
-He decides to go to the arcade.  When he gets there,
-
-there's only a [little boy][] with dead eyes.  So far so good.  \
-He's playing a first-person shooter.  Death walks past him \
-and watches out of the corner of his eye.  The kid's good.  \
-Death wants to congratulate him.  His trumpet is in his hand.
+| He didn't have any polish so he spit-shined the whole thing,
+| top to bottom.  It gleamed like maybe a tomato on the vine
+| begging to be picked and thrown on some caprese.  Death loved caprese.
+
+| He stood up and put the horn to his lips, imagining
+| it was a woman he loved.  He blushed as he realized
+| it was a terrible metaphor.
+| He practiced for six hours a day---what else to do?
+
+| Death looks at [himself in the mirror][moongone] as he plays.
+| The trumpet is suspended in midair.  Damn vampire rules.
+| Death is always worried he might have missed a spot shaving
+| but he'll never know unless a stranger is polite enough.
+| Not that he ever goes out or meets anyone.
+
+| He wakes up late these days.  Stays in bed later.
+| He thinks he might be depressed.  The caprese has gotten soggy
+| since he made it, maybe three days ago or maybe just two.
+| The sun streams through his kitchen blinds like smoke.
+| He decides to go to the arcade.  When he gets there,
+
+| there's only a [little boy][] with dead eyes.  So far so good.
+| He's playing a first-person shooter.  Death walks past him
+| and watches out of the corner of his eye.  The kid's good.
+| Death wants to congratulate him.  His trumpet is in his hand.
 
 [moongone]: moongone.html
 [little boy]: angeltoabraham.html