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From the Middle BY KATHARINE COLES How much of everything is pure Getting ready.

Dressing, pushing the button Asquint through its machined furl Only to unbutton, the eyes-open moment

Revealed. Ask any animal: nudity isn’t The same as nakedness. Once you’ve seen A dangling, you can’t unsee it, and From that anything might ensue.

There’s the rub. Taking the long view You could say the future is romantic I suppose. Also something you Could never do without, though its bric-

a-brac is purely theoretical, until It’s arranged. Or not. Then, a miracle?