you've lived one hundred lives in one, in wonderment Alice said we're evidence that we live more than once we have met for the first time I think I'm alright, though, Mom didn't teach me how to iron my shirts in freshman year on a Vespa Carli showed me how to wrap, properly, a scarf around my neck I have no excuse, just a scruffy beard parting me from the bible of "none of the above" and the bed of a pickup truck in a high school parking lot, where I told Rachelle —