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Now they are sleeping in a poppy field, sun-drenched warm afternoon girls lying on their stomachs and sides, faces in flowers, and flowers blowing, blowing. If this afternoon were every afternoon, the world would be cured.
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He finished the omelet and started in on the short stack. He drowned the cakes in syrup.
-Never can have enough syrup.
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The ghosts run before/
attacking horsemen. A heart/
is ruptured by a spear.
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The pristine Hudson's/waters dance in the dark of/the East River's rinse.
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I am reintroducing myself.
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that doesn't need any words to arrive fully formed, or too many words to be believed in at all I should say, a little something we can simply send back and forth across your time and my space without having to talk at length about it, but being a …
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The sound built up, louder and louder causing birds and insects to fly into the air. Then it stopped.
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facts are facets are / things in the act // the truth speaks softly // as time saying amber / to the enduring sap // words come and go / like leaves like men // we the tree remain ...
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He calls it an owl glass: he’s allowed: he’s six.
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a song jolts my memory . . .
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Once, I asked my father why Rex turned around three times before settling down for a nap. He told me it was because one good turn deserves another, then he laughed.
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saw the world was a mess
I did nothing about it, poured myself some apple juice
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A tanka/haiku poem about grandma getting run over by a reindeer.
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Something was changing.
We could sense it in the circling air. A loss of stillness - and we'd been still for so long.
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Bake sweet rolls and make love to your new wife, fall asleep for three years and grow a beard.
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We liked the orderly Newtonian/
with its fundamentalist action/
and reaction, its rules
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They are all sleeping, but I know better. I will keep watch and if he comes tonight I will be alert and ready. When he arrives he'll see the slack mouths, the graceless sprawls, hear the grunts, snorts and snores of the other women and then he'll sense me. My eyes will…
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I was ashamed of my conscience.
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Remember when I entered a room and turned heads
is my youthful charm a sputtering fire in the hearth
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Luke was in the gutter, his face in stagnant water littered with cigarette butts, condom wrappers, and green shards of glass from broken beer bottles. A man was kicking him in the face with a boot the size of a U-boat, over and over and over again. Blood
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A figure left the building.
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No matter how you do it, forgetting something doesn’t mean as much once you’ve forgotten.
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it's time for the cold, antiseptic
cloth to briskly remove the evidence.
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...painted by my mother with meticulous attention...
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Let’s say you know so little about me. Like whose idea of a joke to name me Hideo for excellent male. Or why I hang out at triangle Park, ogling expatriates or crusty punks.
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I want you closeI want to feel youinside me,softening me untilmy borders are blurredand I'm hardly breathing,my heart swellingso big itbrings me to my knees,I want to know thepain of losing youeach time youclose your eyes andgo to sleep anddream of someone else,I want to…
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Our ironies don’t make us happy
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“Jesus Christ!” the man screams in pain, and a chorus of “Ewww” is heard from the girls' bench, where the severed body part has landed in a Yoplait strawberry yogurt.
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