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“Do we really want to treat her? Is she even really sick, or does she live in a country as real as ours, but one we can never visit?”
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She stood there with her back to me and her dress around her ankles.
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tumbling for you from afar as close-up. They will rewrite your dancing form like a proper magical spell on all their maddest days, using the branches of cherished trees dipped into the trapped wells of certain hosts of …
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Everyone hoped to be assigned somewhere they could just drop in on their way home for Memorial Day weekend. Someone said, Blake, you’re single. You hate your family, don’t you?
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Nothing about it//
is attractive- its color, it’s design,/
it’s market value. I leave it be and watch
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I try to enjoy my bookbut the mannequins keep tapping at the windowWhen I look up they vanish Outsidefibreglass clouds are kept in placeby invisible wires——Sometimes the mannequins …
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israeli flares light gaza/ casting incandescent nudity/ upon jumbled puzzle piece buildings.
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At street level there is a small arrow on which is printed “Museum of Numbers” that points up a long narrow staircase. There is a restaurant on the first floor. All the way up the stairs, the air is permeated with smell of fried foods
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The crowd- which consisted of exclusively men with beards and djembe drums and women with hairly legs poking out of corduroy patchwork skirts- cowered and crawled in fear around the angry man-bomb, mortally frightened yet encouraged to shimmy because the
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I picked out a book to read on the airplane. The title was The Function of the Orgasm by Wilhelm Reich.
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Cinema Verite’ is the best book of poems I have encountered since Matthea Harvey’s Modern Life
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Everyone loves a story of love
unrequited.
But what about the stories
of the unrequited lovee?
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There’s a crack in the cosmos,
and pink is leaking through.
There’s a crack in the cosmos,
fix the sink, the toilet leak.
There are many cracks in the cosmos,
numerous. This is how time escapes.
Good grief, they’re going to suck the cream
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Except for the bathroom stalls—you know the one that goes “Here I sit all broken-hearted”—the only poetry in the house is composed by Hazel, recited to her fawning sycophants.
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It was like Azure was dictating the tempo of a song. Fluid in motion, and a story told.
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I held her hand through two divorces, I warned her that gorgeous Geoffrey was homosexual when she was oblivious, and I fed her children when she was off at rehab (four times before it 'took').
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the memories return like they do every year at this time
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Just like D-Ray White’s tapping still bounces off the mountains if the right person is listening, Hasil’s hoots and howls are trapped in record wax like a blood-drunk mosquito in amber.
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I said, “That bird is hungry.”
The sparrow was eying both of us
At our separate outside café tables
As it hopped around looking for crumbs.
Then it would look up at us
Expectantly.
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What's that snitch doin' here?
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Vibrations of a cavern a mile beneath silver willows.At two in the morning beyond the Sheratona lumination of pollution intercedes realism.Cardinals and doves develop their melodyprogressively caught in beat/heart echoes,as with spelunker canaries fluting noxious gasa small…
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Cat fight. I rush outside and swinging my trusty broom I charge the rolling yowling ball of black fur.
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“I'm thinking about math class,” she said. “The solution to three factorial.”
“Easy,” Leo said.
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It shouldn’t take that long to count/
to six but when the six are cats, arithmetic/
assumes Heisenbergian properties/
as the objects counted defy the count.
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They had a deal, she reminded him. If he didn’t want to wear a condom all the time, he’d have to help with her birth control.
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...listening to the ache of errs our mouths had become.
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Another bird hits the large plate glass patio doors as I am sipping my morning coffee.
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collars of obedience /
discarded in the pyre /
with draft cards and bras
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