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Andrea Cohen’s Followers (37)
Andrea Cohen
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Nightshade
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Everything
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published
2021
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2 editions
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Furs Not Mine
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published
2015
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2 editions
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The Sorrow Apartments
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Unfathoming
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published
2017
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Long Division
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published
2009
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2 editions
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Kentucky Derby
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published
2011
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2 editions
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The Cartographer's Vacation
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published
1999
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Sugar
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P.R. VademecumAndrea
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“The body is ninety
percent water, ninety
percent thirst.
I have been searching
for a mineral
that drowns want.”
― Long Division
percent water, ninety
percent thirst.
I have been searching
for a mineral
that drowns want.”
― Long Division
“We lost our everything,
she said, which said everything
about loss. My accumulation
dictates my ruin; it’s different
from your dismantling, which
can happen slowly or all at once.
What’s crucial is a total
inventory, which may reveal
some one element not obliterated.
We lost our everything,
she said—we—she repeated,
meaning the we-ness remained,
which in the end must be the seed
of re-beginning, the seed that
divines the plow, the ounce
of dirt, the memory of digging.”
―
she said, which said everything
about loss. My accumulation
dictates my ruin; it’s different
from your dismantling, which
can happen slowly or all at once.
What’s crucial is a total
inventory, which may reveal
some one element not obliterated.
We lost our everything,
she said—we—she repeated,
meaning the we-ness remained,
which in the end must be the seed
of re-beginning, the seed that
divines the plow, the ounce
of dirt, the memory of digging.”
―
“The other fish think me proud
or discontented with my station.
The birds think I'm beneath them.
Even submerged I am out
of my element, which I fear
the Lord in his haste
forgot to invent. I sent
a letter to him once, pleading:
make me this or make me that,
limbo is hell upon a fish.
I got a message back. It read:
Don't despair, I made you purposely
that way—bounding breathless
into space, the way I made
Adam and Eve, flitting
between the field and ruined gardens
of each other's airy arms.”
― Long Division
or discontented with my station.
The birds think I'm beneath them.
Even submerged I am out
of my element, which I fear
the Lord in his haste
forgot to invent. I sent
a letter to him once, pleading:
make me this or make me that,
limbo is hell upon a fish.
I got a message back. It read:
Don't despair, I made you purposely
that way—bounding breathless
into space, the way I made
Adam and Eve, flitting
between the field and ruined gardens
of each other's airy arms.”
― Long Division
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