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       link: i-think-its-you
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-Inside of my memory, the poem is another memory.  \
-The air up here is thin, but the wind blows harder \
-than anywhere else I know.  It threatens to rip \
-my body away, like [an angel of death][], to the stars.
-
-In Arizona, I thought I would forget the rain, \
-forget its sound on a roof like a hard wind, forget \
-its smell like a far away ocean.  Luckily for me \
-it rains here.  Luckily, because I forget too easily.
-
-In a dream, [my father is caught by a riptide][] off-shore.  \
-He's pulled far out, far enough that the shoreline's \
-a line in his [memory][] on the horizon.  I can see him \
-swimming, hand over hand, pulling his small weight
-
-back to land.  I see him as [another shipwreck][] victim, \
-coughing sand and seawater, beard woven with seaweed.  \
-I see him laying there a long time.  I see all this \
-as he tells me the story, years later, the riptide
-
-only a [ghost][] in his memory, I only a child falling \
-asleep.  My mother's making mayonnaise rolls \
-in the kitchen, a recipe I'll send for years later, \
-in Arizona, in the monsoon season, when my thirst
-
-pulls me back home, my memory's lonesome twinkle \
-like [stars above the mountains][].  I'll send for it \
-and try to make them, but in the thin air they'll \
-crumble into dust like desert air, like a memory.
+| Inside of my memory, the poem is another memory.
+| The air up here is thin, but the wind blows harder
+| than anywhere else I know.  It threatens to rip
+| my body away, like [an angel of death][], to the stars.
+
+| In Arizona, I thought I would forget the rain,
+| forget its sound on a roof like a hard wind, forget
+| its smell like a far away ocean.  Luckily for me
+| it rains here.  Luckily, because I forget too easily.
+
+| In a dream, [my father is caught by a riptide][] off-shore.
+| He's pulled far out, far enough that the shoreline's
+| a line in his [memory][] on the horizon.  I can see him
+| swimming, hand over hand, pulling his small weight
+
+| back to land.  I see him as [another shipwreck][] victim,
+| coughing sand and seawater, beard woven with seaweed.
+| I see him laying there a long time.  I see all this
+| as he tells me the story, years later, the riptide
+
+| only a [ghost][] in his memory, I only a child falling
+| asleep.  My mother's making mayonnaise rolls
+| in the kitchen, a recipe I'll send for years later,
+| in Arizona, in the monsoon season, when my thirst
+
+| pulls me back home, my memory's lonesome twinkle
+| like [stars above the mountains][].  I'll send for it
+| and try to make them, but in the thin air they'll
+| crumble into dust like desert air, like a memory.
 
 [an angel of death]: angeltoabraham.html
 [my father is caught by a riptide]: father.html