On rue de la Peltrie. The street of gingerbread houses. I played hockey in the street. And wore a sailor boy suit. And you always had your foot. Beyond the hysteria and mental chaos. I imagine you were making cancer inside you. As you cooked us liver and fried onion. Just thinking about it makes my mouth water. You needed to step beyond. The housewife dance you did so.

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