'That's what poets and writers do, by the great
horned toad! We soak everything up like a dry
sponge - puke and feces and urine along
with apple blossoms
the smell of napalm
in rice paddies
homecooked pie
stale beer
all of it
everything
human or not
we absorb it all
physical and emotional! '
Celia clapped her hands
'You animal, you fucking poet! '
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