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  1. Four more classes before the semester ends. That's 20 more stories in the inexhaustible hypoxic workshop, numberless haiku texts yet in 200.
  2. 44, the volume number I settle on while watching TV, scrolling up and down, arbitrary numbers pulsing to the perfectly pitched calibration.
  3. 4 cheese fettuccine, the traditional Thanksgiving noodle dish, It takes 4 cheeses to make the proper pasta grouting, a mysterious chemistry.
  4. 4 of us thanksgivinging in a cottage in Seaside. The pumpkin-colored squash rolls go nicely with the sherbet-shaded buildings of this town.
  5. In four minutes I take off for four days seaside at Seaside, that crazy quilted town, to rest and read and write and eat four squares a day.
  6. 4 cathedral-sized rooms acting as sensors at the Large Hadron Collider detected the first proton collisions, I am happy to read. Hallelujah!
  7. Four of us-Jan, Geoff, Flip, and me-founded RKO Radio Poems 30 some years ago at Indiana. Our slogan? A poem must not mean but be: 25 cents.
  8. 4 pairs of specs-4 four-eyes. That's me, speculating the wrong sum in the flex account. Black, gray, horn, clear, that's me, forever framed.
  9. Connect 4, tick tack toe on steroids, has been juiced-Connect 4x4. Connect vertically, horizontally, diagonally. The 4th isn't timely, alas.
  10. 4 mailboxes. I have that many addresses so that when a rejection comes to any 1 drop, I have 3 more to check that day for any good news.
  11. 4 elements-fire, earth, water, air. Fire can't burn fire. Earth can't bury earth. Water can't drown water. Air can't choke air. Elementally.
  12. 44 degrees. Driving last night. Pile-driving gantries at the amphitheater work-site splayed at right angles. Clouds hide the spilling stars.
  13. 4 chambers to the heart. Waiting rooms and wading pools. Breaking, each hollow shutters, snaps-that minor chord of 4 gut strings scratched.
  14. 44:44. Everything metered now like the phone call just completed, arranging arrangements of the future's future. The dot matrix on this dot.
  15. 4 Black-eyed Peas sang for their supper on SNL. 4 bean salad salads green, wax, kidney, and (either) garbanzo or lima. Me? I tweet chickpea!
  16. Passing Exit 4-Camden-Philly. "Darling, I'm lost," I said, though I knew she was sleeping. Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike.....
  17. 4 assassins. On the way to school, I listen to Nick's new favorite musical. Booth sings to Oswald-4/4 time. Ides of March, March of History.
  18. 4 hours of auctioning tonight, raising money for Black Warrior Review at Little Willie's. I get there early, pay the premium for paddle #44.
  19. 4 sides to the Foster's monument. All 4 should be dedicated to commemorating the university's integration. 2 sides to the sides? Hell, no!
  20. 44, another size, a European one, applied to the tongue of my panting running shoe. A gift, these 4's, a kind of wafer, a kind of communion.