10.

10.
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Decisions to be made
1.
I’d forgotten she’d
lost her foot.
How had I
forgotten
forgotten.
How
had she
lost
lost it.
She walked as
though she had
her leg in a
coffee can.
The two of us were
being kicked
out of our hotel.
Broken windows
windows
and a big
mess.
Underwear and
liquor on
the piano keys.
Clear the room
she said.
There are
decisions
to be made.
2.
Beneath the
base of
each mountain
there are
spools from which
unreel all of
the ropes
for climbing
and for tying
placed there
in prehistory
unwinding and winding
and kept untangled
by uncertain mechanisms
of handlike machines
But we know
from victories
and deaths
that there
are still
decisions to
be made
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