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Breathing Like
HOUDINI
A M E M O I R
'Sinking with a metallic,
rattling scrape into
one of the folding
chairs around the
seance table,
I realize I’m
breathing
like Houdini.
Which is to say
not breathing
at all.
'“Let’s bring him
back today,”
someone says.
'“Yes,” I say.
“Let’s."'
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What was this man thinking?
Pablo Picasso took to his grave the secret of his Chicago sculpture. Good thing.
