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I find myself in an unfamiliar restaurant, its cuisine an uncomfortable pastiche of Croatian, Burmese, Jamaican and leftovers of long ago Sunday dinners in a small New England town.
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The first night I met her we slow danced to George Strait songs for most of the evening and when we took a break, our talking went warm and well as we sat eating hot dogs and sipping beers until she dropped a couple of bombs, first, telling me she was married and then, that…
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Compartments trickle together/
in light diffuse and unreliable./
Fortify yourself against the day.
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The first apartment Troy and Lynn lived in was managed by an alcoholic former army officer, who lived in the complex with his wife and teenage daughter. He was a lush who didn't do much in the way of management. Lynn had barely noticed him before Troy moved in with her.…
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...when they entered eager lungs hungry from deep and sweaty love
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Pen or sword? Pick one/choose your battles carefully/for the paths oppose
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I attended the burial of our affair when I found the notebook-maybe it should be called her diary-she had foolishly forgotten, leaving it on the deck of my beach house where she stayed while I was on that short trip to Chicago and I was numbed at first, unsure how to…
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I leapt up to retaliate when the clang of a distant door quieted my retesance. Shit, why am I so popular? I guess it was my turn to be thrown around like the guy in the Hotdog suit on the corner... Don't shoot the "Hotdog" guy... Please, please don't
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In the end nothing could bring him back because I tried. All those weeks and months, yet all I have left are the tears and memories. He said when he asked the final questions to those in charge he was confused.
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Osama couldn’t see any reason he shouldn’t retire. No way he could top BP Oil in the Gulf or Pacific Gas & Electric in San Bruno.
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in her bedroom, opening night of his solo show she is snapping her nylons to center the seam stretching from her toes to where the line disappears into the hem of her dress.
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He kept
saying how my old scars
excited him to new truths
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Maybe it was a trick of the gloom.
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Nights this husband returned home still hungry sometimes, even for her forearms against his own
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You’re listening to Smooth FM, taking you from the darkest hours to the start of a brand new day.
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...coming into that bone yard, you just hang a right, go on past La Fontaine, and take a left a bit further on. Jimbo's right up in there.
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my love for you/ is like the falling snow
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All the things that are his.
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Look at this castle: fashioned from the sturdiest sand, pages of my name
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My third Rule of Success—and I may not have these in exactly the right order–is always get a pre-nup!
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I like it best when I wake up
And the wild rain of dreaming ends.
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Neither you nor I is old enough, of course,
to remember that America’s most
popular athlete once was a horse.
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Would we have been satisfied with a humble butter sculpture of a cow in 1960? Puh-lease! Would Parisians of the Impressionist era swoon over a big-eyed child picture?
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Sometimes my poems escape. They crawl out through my Wi-Fi connection, I suspect.
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It’s Independence Day. But I’m not feeling independent.
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Robert Frost told me that life goes on, but that’s just not good enough for me and for God’s sake it shouldn’t be good enough for you either, should it?
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This was the anniversary of the chairs. He would celebrate tonight for the chairs, and the chairs would welcome him.
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My blood has turned to flour I've been in Babylon too long My heart was singed by fire But it's drowning in my song We raised a prayer to Mary We had to take our share We took our places in the ferry But we didn't pay the fare And we don't know…
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We entered the castle at dawn. The dim light feebly illumined an array of antiques and medieval weapons. Bats dangled from the high vaulted ceiling, enfolded in membranous wings. What were once chandeliers radiating light were encrusted with webs and the ancient wax…
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