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At some point, you care/
just enough to wake each morning,
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145853
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Magdalena followed the receding tide, her tiny feet leaving no rumors in the hard sand. She gathered only the most beautiful shells and presented them to her waiting Abuela. Her grandmother told her that the only things that a woman truly owns are her dreams. She told her…
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145895
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I recalled the one night stand I'd had with the girl one balmy summer night in Minneapolis. We lay on my bed in the moonlight, and I touched the nipples of her tiny breasts with the thumb and pinkie of one hand.
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145800
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Oh, you aren't going to lecture us, for heaven's sake?
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145864
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your words that came crashing over me/
so cold the clear shock was like salt water
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145800
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You cannot go back, you cannot go home, you cannot cannot cannot…Only in memory is it possible to travel back in time. We all imagine it. We relive happy moments, sad moments, we exist, time exists and it passes. We cannot stop it.
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1458189
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I want to tell you how the odor of the flowers/felt her funeral day
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145832
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I didn't feel when you cut out my spine I'd been throwing up all night couldn't even smell the rust …
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145820
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Each had jostled and laboured for his or her place upon the blunt outcrop, in the cold persistent darkness, where the outcrop was merely something that had fallen and not quite been washed away.
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145895
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145822
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“The window is a much better place to read,” she said.I wasn't aware she was talking to me, at first. In my typical manner, I was thinking about far off possibilities and realities completely detached from my own. Yet, here she was, a far off…
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145851
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It’s as she reaches into the fridge for the carton of half-and-half with the grainy waxy photo of the little girl—Last Seen 10/2/06—that the memory surfaces:
“Hey. That’s mine.”
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145764
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I'd wear my pajamas too, fitting for the big sleep
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145701
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She could see him doing these things but she could not hear him.
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145710
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What if
Everything
I have been doing
Hasn’t been heard
By anyone?
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145755
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On the coldest day of the year, the weather man walks back from the measurement booth across a snowed-over plain, solid as cement and tinted with the pale yellow glow of the northern lights.
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145743
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When I met Gregor Samsa he was still a cockroach, erratic and skittish whenever the light came on. We often spoke in the dark. I empathized with the man. I mean bug. Ok. That isn't fair. You can't call a man a bug because he chirps and eats dried skin cells. A…
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145766
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With their brightly-colored bits of
found string
woven into the walls of their nests
to teach their baby birds
what the worms of the future
will look like.
Somewhat like the
cave paintings of Lascaux
for early man in France,
when hunti
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145752
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We talk of his time in the jungle.
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145733
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She calls me by my name. She says I am her daughter.
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145742
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If white t-shirts are only an SPF of 8, she couldn’t even imagine what a white nylon-mesh umbrella on this godforsaken beach might be in terms of protection.
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145732
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I’m casing the place; my boyfriend Jimmy is about to bust in and rob the store.
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145762
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145744
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Lying on a high seat in the south study, this is what I see:
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1457116
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fanned lashes on rouged cheek
a glamorous sea creature
in violet perfume
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145700
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You need only one who notices.
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145753
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He looked like a black paper doorway pasted onto a painting of summer.
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145733
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1457108
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That TV you got me? Ruined. And the ionizer fan? Ruined too. All your clothes you left over here, all my work scrubs and weekend dresses too, soaked with that river stink water. I kept thinking bout all the dead creatures.
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