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I wrote this during a poetry workshop at the Atlantic Center for the Arts with Carolyn Forché. January, 2015. So much more has happened since that stunning week.
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Born, he stood up. He wore nothing as often as possible
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Here I am in the city where we walked side by side, you had driven a great distance and lost your way somewhere where exits left the highway from both directions and unpredictably.
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Waking in the middle of the night, tangled in the hotel sheets, I wanted to hear the story again: their pilot friend, the war, his specialty. "It's just a screw, son," Dad said, "nothing exotic."
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Mounds of earth and grassless ground
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A jollier zombie you shall never find. You must trust me on this!
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Never touch David Letterman's neck!
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I took it in my hands and used it on my lips. The taste was just hers: her touch, her smell, her breath in the winter nights. She was in this. Everything we had was in this tube.
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The air has its dark confessional, and I have mine. Hot is called raw by some, hate mixed with malice for others. I am only separated by this dark window of time from you, but you never feared the lovely or the lonely.
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We want our lives even-cut, …
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I considered explaining that the universe is still evolving and changing, but the look on her face said GENESIS ONE.
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The younger woman asked Scott if he loved Jesus.
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He is drilling the door of a safe to access the keys he locked inside.
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If I wanted cautious I wouldn't be in her bed. She would only sleep with her husband. Adultery is not for pussies. So I dive back into the conversation which has made my dick limp and ask where I'm wrong in our post-coital chatter and she says it doesn't
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The Numbers will never romp up the stairs from the laundry room to slip warm socks on your feet on a winter’s night.
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That night he dreamed about a duel with toothbrushes....
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A son packs his bag - bottled water, extra masks, and jerky. Mom paces behind him. “Don't go.”
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the future wrapped up in a dream
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I remember being sent a picture once from one of my old roommates, Louise, back in Chicago where I came from. The photo was taken when she’d come out for a visit to California. In the picture I am sitting on the front stairs of my house in the Rockridge
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dicks, skulls and upside down crosses
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When Kat returned home from The East Street Wars, she learned that her epileptic lover, White Dog, died from madness
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That morning, four children appeared in front of the train, which was ready to depart
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This weekend was supposed to be about intellect and soul-mating, but, like all others, it's turned into body and longing. You sit in my passenger seat and I let you smoke in my wee car with the windows rolled down. We've come from a wedding, a fairy ring, a…
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He asked me to bury him in Vegas.
Instead, I had him cremated in Trenton.
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They said AK, AK, if you want to come here, if you want to come to Antioch, you have to bring your A+ game. If you want to run with the big boys. That’s what they said. So I brought my A+ game.
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The thing was, though, she couldn’t shake the image of that dead dog she had found inside the black trash bag she thought could be first base, right before the twins said, Screw the game, let’s swing.
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an ominous figure of fear and grace a ball moves back and forth
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I flung the basketball at the hoop and Cooper shagged the ball. He was the luckiest bastard I knew. ...
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I can confirm nothing/
but impressions of the world//
that appear beyond my/
body’s reach.
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