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My Thursday head belonged to a former Miss Brazil named Rita.
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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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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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I'd wear my pajamas too, fitting for the big sleep
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She could see him doing these things but she could not hear him.
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What if
Everything
I have been doing
Hasn’t been heard
By anyone?
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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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Oh, you aren't going to lecture us, for heaven's sake?
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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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We talk of his time in the jungle.
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She calls me by my name. She says I am her daughter.
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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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I’m casing the place; my boyfriend Jimmy is about to bust in and rob the store.
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the two become one where/
all things end,
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Lying on a high seat in the south study, this is what I see:
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fanned lashes on rouged cheek
a glamorous sea creature
in violet perfume
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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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I want to tell you how the odor of the flowers/felt her funeral day
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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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I offer you a peanut butter sandwich full of unconditional love
and you say I'm being controlling, so I let you eat cake, eat cake.
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At some point, you care/
just enough to wake each morning,
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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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They think because you are a writer you are not much of a listener and so you begin to recognize all of the great opportunities to be much more of a listener and then you shut your trap and get sucked into the whorls of her big wet brown eyes with Italianate…
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Dreams / of being a millionaire are replaced by dreams / of being a billionaire
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It was your present world that seemed more than mad to me. Your polished stiff brown shoes that always squeaked like mice, while the latest rude Bombers bubbled up in their comfortable Dart-board garages like apple pies…
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On a street-lit night in Jeddah.
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I opened the closet door and there stood Eugène Ionesco lost among our clothes.
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