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Border Crossing Bright lights overhead. I'm flat on my back, Trapped in a mesh of tubes and wires. And there he is, sitting at the foot of the bed Looking contrite and guilty and vindicated. I prod for pain. I can find nothing. I prod for emotions. I can find nothing. He says, tell them how it happened. Too hard. Too tired. Later. A dark blue blob at the foot of the bed. Too much trouble to focus. I prod for recognition. I can find nothing. He says, tell us what happened. You didn't just narrowly miss la petite mort, I think. This was the big one. I prod for surprise. I can find nothing. At the border between life and death I have nothing to declare nothing nothing
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