Parading

Down Sally Cow Lane and Elsewhere

After the aria, everyone in the room felt like James Wright

the window at the theater where she had just performed,
at the end of that poem where he pets the horse. Even
at the end of that poem where he pets the horse. Even
though shit like that never happens in real life. Looking out
though shit like that never happens in real life. Looking out
the window at the theater where she had just performed,
the window at the theater where she had just performed,
I noticed below her name on the marquee, in giant letters
I noticed below her name on the marquee, in giant letters
/The Wrestler./ I shit you not. —Sampson Starkweather
The Wrestler. I shit you not.
—Sampson Starkweather

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