I was a lazy child
I lived only for poetry and masturbation
I was asthmatic; my father was arthritic
my grandfather would come over to do our yard work
We cut down an enormous fig tree--my grandfather and I
I dreaded his visits--the yardwork and asthma attacks
he would come over with a chain saw
we cut interminable logs of fig
You can't burn green wood in your fireplace
the wood of the fig tree is worthless
we built interminable fires of fig
I lived only for poetry and arthritis
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