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just finished reading an article on myself,
quite salutary, which also stated that I was
probably the most imitated writer in
America.

then I went out and got into my spa.
it was nighttime and the underwater light
shone up through the roaring bubbles
as the moon filtered through the
overhanging guava tree.

well, you fat fool, I though, you fooled
them all, including yourself.
aren’t you ashamed of yourself?

no, I answered, there was nothing else
to do.

then I shifted about, reached out and
hit the button, went from plain jets
to jets and bubbles.

much more
invigorating.