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Three brothers are blind men
groping an elephant. The first
says the elephant’s skin is their father’s
ashy elbows. The second
says the elephant has ingénue eyelashes,
like their mother, while the third feels
that the elephant’s substance lies
in its heavy middle. The first then asks
Where is our sister? No one knows.
In the hours they spend rubbing truths
from the elephant, they
never allow their hands to touch