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She lifts her head, nose heavenward. There’s a wet spot on my dress from our lovemaking, its aroma as heady as Claudine’s bouillabaisse. I hope she smells it.
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She offers the girl a seat, asks her to stay for a minute, but she can’t, she just came by to say hello, and don’t you like my new raincoat?
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The boys drank in one room. The girls in another. Always the same, no matter the letters.
Greek Letters.
Shabby sofa on the burnt-out lawn.
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My mother’s old china no longer reflects. It’s value is now estimated as drywall.
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1956 20 13
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Her eyes grew wide, moist, catching the low light, holding onto it as if an imprisoned lover. "So you come home." I smiled. Was she playing a game?
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The woman returns from the store with an armload of books. She reads them quickly, one by one, over the course of the next few weeks. But when she opens the last one, the woman frowns in surprise.
All the pages in the book are blank.
Every single one.
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It's not me I'm worried about, he said.
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There are hundreds of fireflies crackling along the tree line and the old stonewall.
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“We don’t drop litter. Pick it up.”
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202 20 10
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6% of anorexics die of their disorder, most of sudden heart failure.
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In the air a shining heart, wet lungs releasing and releasing, your sweet milk head, your pulsating skin. Only an inch separates us. A shimmer of hot air trembles like boiling water above the highway. There are seeds floating in the sky. These things will become other…
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the frost has made all tender greens bow
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1749 20 12
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We’re friends and all but we’re just me and him friends, we’re not the kind of friends that you bring to supper.
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The nearsighted world/
puts on its lenses
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I'm Alice invading the garden,
looking for souls among cards
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On the way over, on the ship, I met a girl from Cleveland.
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Feminine, safe, though disembodied,/
she shapes your life in ways/
your mother never could.
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A portrait of my sweetheart drawn while she is asleep: a passed-out angel illuminated by the light of dawn coming in from the bathroom window, one of her shoes missing.
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There is always a new battle waiting and new innocents to die but the Flying Man's heart is never divided.
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1761 20 9
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Eighteen-layered canvases were prized by both of them, regardless of whose work appeared on top.
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Falling Water almost fell./
12 million dollars later//
it will splay itself a little longer
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861 20 12
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The eyes, luminous and large-
each an infinite bright blue ocean
Wind ruffles feathers
My ego and vanity also/
encourage me not to wear a mask.
An aberration/
that general circumstances/
will remedy, and soon.
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There’s / no crying in poetry!” says Coach / Bukowski
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Well, it’s a cold dance we dance this morning. You are up at the crack of dawn and the bed is empty even before you leave. I pretend to sleep so I can revel in the delicious morning ritual I know will be ending soon. I hear you brew coffee, shower, tal
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1930 20 15
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Arriving at the pier I see a sailboat in dead wind.
"That is pathos," Magritte says,
pointing to a barnacle.
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847 20 19
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Threads of sadness in the hands, in the touch
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1742 20 9
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Something about the Garden of Eden. That it isn't really a garden, and I'm not even sure what Eden means.
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...I pray for the animal souls I have taken -- panther, gazelle, hyena, vulture...
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