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{windex} brett jenkins That was the summer Sarah drank a whole bottle of windex. She didn't want to die, she said, she just wanted to know what it was like to go. We visited her twice in the hospital, and an old crazy woman banged helplessly on a piano in the lobby. Some deafening racket to make us forget our desire to cry. Sarah seemed to shimmer there, in the psych ward. We don't know if it was because she wanted to live again, or because of the windex |
