In dreams or in sweaty moments driving, the classroom— clarity spins away like water carving out a canyon. I do not know when mind sinks into past crevasses if it is Rumpelstiltskin padding down the dark hall outside my room, or Captain Hook who will play forbidden games.   These ill spirits are not poured…

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