La Rev

You worried about me, didn't you? You didn't want the worry. You didn't like imagining me having to undergo a heart attack. You tried to take your worry to the bank, but they wouldn't cash it. They are smart those moneychangers, you said in exasperation.

But you brought me back, didn't you, La Rev? You strapped me to the hood of your car. You made me aerodynamic. Like an arrow, like a rocket. Like an airplane composed of skin and bone. I flew, La Rev. Ah, Rev, put on that skirt I like so much. I heard about this new tree, growing up on the bluffs. Up where the eagle screams, where the grass grows tall and almost touches the sun.

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