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I was quite alone in this small room with the tarp and the dying fire.
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“Gladys Miller!” the dog shouted. “Live a little. TiVo it.”
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A procession of our somber youth—
stoned and stunned and
broken beyond repair—viewed
the boy carved of putty.
The mortician painted him
stuffed him, presented him
to us, the semi-living.
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beat them with fists and purses.
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Third time that day, he was on me. On me like bees to a flower (or flies on shit, he'd correct me, no doubt). Sucking sweet nectar and breathing that breath — damn that breath — 'round my head, in my ear, pestering, bugging, like a bee he annoyed me.
B
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There’s an unending parade of drifters, outlaws and crazies and I always have to watch my back, but, then again, that’s nothing new.
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you might as well be blind
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His mother was a ballerina.
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Don't throw earth on bones.
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My little friend is no bigger than a minute. An even five feet tall, if that.
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How does a mixed couple come together in the Troubles?
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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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She’s changed leaves to emeralds. Worn a shawl of inked birds’ wings.
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THE man in the tent with the stick points to the chart on the wall and says to us all: the stats point to the end of the war by the end of the fall. A just war, not just oil. Just then Allah's shadow comes over the scene. He's here to stiffen his troops with some …
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He repeated these six words like a prayer. His only confession.
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Floating along the ebbs of the ocean,toward the horizon, where time has no say,an end that will never be reached.
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The night we broke into Bron-yr-Aur it was too cold to make love. I said I wasn't horny anyway. You put your hand on my forehead: Are you ill?
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Say the world is a smudged charcoal drawing. Slit from its frame, smuggled out of the Vatican. Don't say it couldn't happen. Who would know.
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Background
foreground
life in the middle
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as distant lights
all must shiver
before joining in
a Milky Way river
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I guess you’re gone now
That’s okay
I guess I can live with my own ghosts
I had no idea
What it meant
But now I do
It meant I was standing
At the end of everything
And did not know it
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I have a tablet called, The Shit List...
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I have no confidence that you'll complete the task. Shit, you probably don't even understand it in the slightest.
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His mother named him Far because she had high hopes for him
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a poem about things exploding/burning down/scattering for miles.
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He'd hung above her head for months.
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Chubby. Plump. Pudgy. Portly. Bulky. Buxom. Rotund. Ample. Hefty. Corpulent. Zaftig.
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... and the train pulls up and my shadow from yesterday steps off, and I'm standing on one leg balancing just like the weather between winter and spring, I hear a siren and my heart races, I'm about to step aboard when I hear footsteps behind me and two hands cover my eyes…
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“Would you look at that one!” my father said.
“Who did she know?” my mother asked.
“Who did she blow?” my father said loudly, and burst out laughing. I laughed too, although I didn't know why.
My mother shot him one
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And it's a tough thing
to become a father,
a contradiction;
guiding a child to avoid the things
that you know about so well.
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