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They say I am filthy. On this high pillar I perch like a stuffed avian relic, flightless, no prey. The horizon before me is broken by scuff and foreign tongue, by atomized evil. Pleas, and there are many, are answered by the only prayer I know, the one prayer, which…
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The superhero is out there in the fields, discovering herself.
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Yet tenderness resided here
among the canvases,
the tubes of paint, brushes, and candle wax;
the splatters of discarded ideas.
We made love the way people said prayers
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"[A]ppointed an official supplier of watches for the Ministry of Defence of the Soviet Union in 1965."
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a small piece of a world at war
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A tree reflection in the pond. Girls sitting on a bench hemming the water. Eating their lunch. Suzie was there too in her school uniform. She was watching the ripples stirring the water. Ducks and insects adding their own spins. Actually, Suzie's head was in the…
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When the old sky deepened into hard blue we walked arm in arm to the station where we sat beside a man we couldn't seem to see, sitting at a table next to us. A kind of a love story. He held a cup of coffee to his mouth or,…
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