My mother has your shotgun. One man, wide br in the mind, and tendoned like a grizzly, pried br to his trigger-digit, pal. br He should not have done that, but, I guess, br he didn't feel the best, Sister,—felt less br and more about less than us . . . ? br br Now—tell me, my love, if you recall br the dove light after dawn at the island and all— br here is the story, Jack: br he verbed for forty years, very enough, br & shot & buckt—and, baby, there was of br schist but small there (some). br br Why should I tell a truth? when in the crack br of the dooming & emptying news I did hold back— br in the taxi too, sick— br silent—it's so I broke down here, in his mind br whose sire as mine one same way—I refuse, br hoping the guy go home.