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I say her- it might be him-/
but from a distance I supply the details I prefer.
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You anchor the real
You make love to the true
I am bound to you in consecration
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Whenever my mother’s will-to-live wavered and her hand reached out for the electric fence, my ash would whisper, “Live, live.”
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...I pray for the animal souls I have taken -- panther, gazelle, hyena, vulture...
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... and you can’t balance your checkbook or divide a three-way bill in a restaurant but you can still recite all the sixteen ways of SHAUN CASSIDY TELLS: 16 WAYS TO TURN ME ON!
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It's an easy thing to take out an eye.
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My eyes hold my mother. It's not easy being human she tells me. She always told me. Sure, but the stories are lovely. We all know that. We generate the tales, tell the tales, kiss our children. Live on in their eyes, though, don't…
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Ancestry.com The Liverpool census in 1851 lists him:Thirteen years old, Irish. Occupation: beggar. Only that. I will do more for him.I will see him in torn jacket and too-short pants singing all day of the fields, the cliffs,…
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fallen leaves, broken limbs fron wounded trees
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From room to room, neither closet nor drawer contained any remnant of pleasant memory.
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I thought of driving over there across town, steering with buttered hands.
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She's the one you remember when there's talk of the blow.
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She offers the girl a seat, asks her to stay for a minute, but she can’t, she just came by to say hello, and don’t you like my new raincoat?
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the epiphany at the mast at midnight is not the same at dawn
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In a time of drought,/
the sound of rain is sweet/
and joyful music.
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a poem about things exploding/burning down/scattering for miles.
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We honor fierce, quick, cunning/
thought-in-action types
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...he thought often of the rollicking waves, of being pulled under, of being weightless and senseless...
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'Hey, are you supposed to be from a cartoon or something?' said the Grim Reaper. I had to take a big drink before I could reply. I didn't know what to say, so I said 'Could I see your watch, please?' He looked down my dress while he thought about it.
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" trout hovered in a sun-dappled pool"
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you were very very small, you were everso small, you were like – the tiniest creature, hopping about on one leg
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A screaming comes across the brain
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I ask because she's the animal person, not me. She understands animal behavior.
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It's been sixteen days since I spoke with another soul. I don't mind much, but I know enough about people to know most would think I'm mighty odd. Muriel, for example. She'd be pissed as all get out. …
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So I went to see the wrinkled
and rumpled poet, who insisted
on reading from memory, stumbling
through his sheaf of poems.
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You call your wife. “Do you see what I see?” you ask.
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The mulch vendor is a crook but we have no choice, not with the shortage of soil. Have to guard the stuff, put alarm wires around the garden, leave a friend in charge to spot the thieves if you go away overnight. If you…
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I’m in the Grand Central Station bar-- the one at the top of the stairs-- waiting for my husband to enter so I can watch him. The bar is crowded, everyone getting in that last beer before heading back to whiney children and tired spouses.
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We soft boiled the free range egg, cracked it, and were surprised to find nothing in it.
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// opening act: van featuring balloon featuring drugs
// headliner: lubv ya babe
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