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- The Deed
and screamed for water. Someone carried a pail, I plunged my hands in. The water boiled. I wore violet gloves beaded with glass.> Now what do I do with this water. How can I pick the pail up. Where should I set it. How to turn doorknobs and enter rooms and not lift my child Is it too late to cut them off. Where will I bury them. If I burn them, who will breathe the air of their burning. Throw them into the ozone. Ship them to Mars, these death hands. No pockets will have them. In The Deed, Oles's strong female voice is dedicated to the exploration of loss tempered by the particulars of pleasure this world offers. In the generous embrace of its vision, this collection will appeal to a wide readership." />