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The movers came, and took
her bed, table, everything, until the house was empty. She was walking on a at night, in a dark dress, and so she was hit. A driver who had seen it said that he thought someone threw a doll up in the air. I found some smaller things that had been overlooked. A fish made of wood. A bell, perhaps for calling a cat. Every night one comes around and mourns. A hidden drawer with thread and needle, thimble, things as hidden as a heart. She let the house run down, the garden be overgrown, lost in her arcane studies. They had to do with the eye of a fish that she had found somewhere in Mexico. A neighbor disconnected the refrigerator, but did not think to empty it. Fishes stink. I open the door of a cabinet, and forget t ... This article is available to subscribers and for individual purchaseSubscribe to TNC (Print and Online editions) Subscribe to TNC (Online only) This article originally appeared in The New Criterion, Volume 18 May 2000, on page 38 Copyright © 2012 The New Criterion | www.newcriterion.com http://www.newcriterion.com/articles.cfm/house-simpson-2659
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