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Reconstruction

Amanda Jernigan

April 7, 2016

We don’t know which came first, the chicken— naturally unsalted (enough to make

a grown man cry, remembering sweet nothings) — or the hapless egg, who sat

on a wall that may or may not have been Dover, but all the instruments agree. Never,

never, never, never, never:

the line lies in trochaic pieces on the floor, and, for all their pretty speeches,

they cannot put it back together again, the king’s men (This feather

stirs; she lives!), the King’s Men.

Amanda Jernigan


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