Vol. 39 No. 2 1972 - page 244

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RONALD SUKENICK
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[She] drops it on the ground glances up at your window aims and
bends over stays there till she feels your eyes burning into her soft
hams branding R on one S on the other bears the heat of it as long as
she can then stands up and scurries back inside. Her name is Pixie.
You love her. God knows what will happen tomorrow but much re-
mains today for example when you leave here you meet Empty Fox.
Now I have no proof of it but I believe that this young woman Pixie
is
a
friend of Empty Fox. There's your connection.
Skuul lowers his gun. Sukenick gets up and touches his shoulder
your analysis is a work of art. It moves. It moves me. It makes deep
nonsense of my trivial sense.
In other words I've failed again he hands over his gun Sukenick
takes it
aims
at Skuul's forehead says your fate
is
failure mine is flux
the top of Skuul's head disappears in a pink splash accompanied by
a loud bang.
All this happens in Chamberlin South Dakota which is on the
east bank of the Missouri River the Missouri is wide enough around
here let me tell you get a ride in a serill across to Reliance all high
barren bluffs on the other side that's where you leave the farms behind
and the prairie starts rough rolling scrubby cattle ranges and you start
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