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Tourniquet

opening stanzas of "Tourniquet":

It's like puncturing a tire
           on the turnpike of conversation—
                       that swerve, the slamming of the brakes,

those exhalations of surprise
            that invariably occur whenever
                        I tell people at a dinner party

I was a contestant on Jeopardy.
             Everyone wants to know what
                         that suave emcee's really like,

what I won, how it feels
             to be on national TV.  I say a lot
                         doesn't meet the eye—it's not ...


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