Berkeley

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Berkeley Past the giant bamboo and the purple bougainvillea in the backyard waste where we hitch our bikes like zombie ponies, there is this tangle of a thing that would be poison ivy back East, and here it’s plum. Or convincingly plum, falling down from next door in a great spill of small yellow fruit. And yes, I have tasted it. This and the ice cream truck that trolls the street in the gloaming, held together still just by the pink and the playing of the Yellow Rose like a music box. In the absence of these things, though I don’t believe

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  • BerkeleyPastthegiantbambooandthepurplebougainvilleainthebackyardwastewherewehitchourbikeslikezombieponies,thereisthistangleofathingthatwouldbepoisonivybackEast,andhereitsplum.Orconvincinglyplum,fallingdownfromnextdoorinagreatspillofsmallyellowfruit.Andyes,Ihavetastedit.Thisandtheicecreamtruckthattrollsthestreetinthegloaming,heldtogetherstilljustbythepinkandtheplayingoftheYellowRoselikeamusicbox.Intheabsenceofthesethings,thoughIdontbelieve

  • inGod,shejustseemsverysmall,wintersmall.Toodamnskinny.