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44 miles out
the gauntlet of Red River pines
cast shadows pointing north.
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Slip me in Between the cracks in your schedule Between the sheets of your bed Between your memories and your fears Between your eyes and the moon where I'll twinkle at you Slip me in somewhere, I won't disturb you Won't make you want to push me away Let…
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She who is not a widow had once listened to the river repeat its story.
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Suzie went on to become an anchorwoman in Los Angeles after college. She had tiny bruises on her feet where she’d shoot heroin since she didn’t want tracks to show on her arms, where they’d ruin the effect of a little black cocktail dress
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They could occupy the space//
left by creatures larger and more/
evolved.
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Five evangelists in bathing suits
baptize a man
while green chilies
roast on a Ferris wheel rotisserie
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I am so happy to see winter almost gone
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I looked at her, shook my head and tried to smile. She smiled back, beaming a radiance that pushed away the chill.
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They might think that loneliness has made me gullible, more than willing to open for them all kinds of drawers.
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Although radiation and chemo rendered him a wraith...
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He fished a tissue from a hidden pocket and dabbed his forehead, then called the cops.
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“The beginning was good. That’s what he likes. The moment when you’re driving in the open air and your hair is flying and your skirt is whipping up around your knees, and he’s smoking, of all things, and happy and looking at you."
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On his knees
he divinates diverging lines
with belly laughs he levitates
the rebel spheres into geodes .
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Whenever you act as if you are one of themit makes a perfect sad sense tome; you're one of them; arewe supposed to believe there areno shadows in that particular choice? When you areone of them, they say youfall asleep with a peaceful droopingsmile to your lips. When you're…
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First have a good window seat
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Except with the language I was born to./
Occasionally, with painters and collagists-//
dead now, typically- who can’t voice/
opposition to my misappropriations.
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"They called him a syllannibal: a person who eats his own words. The only words he ever ate, however, were the ones he had written."
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and we spun you, / spun you!
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They are always there. Stoic and steady.
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So I told her
think of it this way:
you’re my unlived life.
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After we have sex I slip cash into your purse, just a few bucks, without you knowing. You're not a whore, but I'd like to buy you lunch sometime without having to be there.
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Marcel Proust ran about the grounds chasing an itinerant tennis ball and kissing the guests, his huge testicles sweeping the lawn.
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He tells people about the whores, but what he really recalls is when someone from a room above dropped a rug on his patio.
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In May of 1982, my daughter and I planned a trip…
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His grandmother's recipe called for the pasta dough to be beaten with a bone--and not just any bone either. It had to be a human femur. This was his first hurdle. Where would he get such a thing at this hour in this part of town? Or, for that matter, at any…
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What did they even invent
clothing for? I asked.
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None of this is real, he says, and the path slopes down to a house that is possibly haunted. One always looks in such windows, one cannot not look at the predictable detritus of another's failure, a queer satisfaction, a fairy's dust. But no, not real, none of it. And…
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You aren’t easy to explain, you Americans.
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every timeyou openyour mouthan angel fallsinto a vat of whiskyshut ityou're fucking up heaven2013 - Rene
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I thought of you todayand what you put me throughthe time you saidwe couldn't rest.
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