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People huddle in their basements like kittens. People laugh, darkly, saying they'd rather be surfing. People wonder if their batteries are charged. People never do get what they want. People grow tired of the sad dog following them around. People want you to know how…
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On Monday, May 7, 2018, at the age of 67, I had a stroke.
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I arrange my stones in circles
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This is the place I could find my breath. I didn'tSay I understood it. I only wanted to hold someone andMeant to. I don't care about the rules for caring.This place where I could speak was incredibly far from Where I'd once met you. The place where I could…
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in our teens as tough as the cold/we wore denim and flannel with our boots/kicking at whichever wind blew . . .
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“You should've let him drown,” she once told me. Doesn't she see that I did? I'll let her drown, too.
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...but still, when she whispers that going out now might put her in the mood later he unties from his mooring and sets them both drifting toward the gin-splintered latitudes
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‘Last week,’ I said, ‘on the radio, there was a competition. The DJ played a sound-bite of a car going over a cattle grid, and people had to phone in to guess which cattle grid it was. I didn’t phone in, but I knew the answer.’
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I picked out a book to read on the airplane. The title was The Function of the Orgasm by Wilhelm Reich.
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We met in graduate school. We were both taking a course on teaching using the case study method over at the Business School. I was from psychology. She was from biology. We were both getting Harvard doctorates. But as many people…
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Her bulldozer of a husband died five years ago.
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I tried to talk, but only / whispers slithered out.
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Cellulite is legal to have, either way.
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1. The clouds and the shadows of the clouds. The early light, like the night undressing herself revealing pink beneath, underneath the glory and the intimacy like early love made of arms only arms fingers and…
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We construct a paper bridge. The droid walks across it. We follow, one after another, like sentences in a story.
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It’s like faith. My battle buddy is out there, I know it, but I can’t see him, nor can I hear him. I just know he’s there, trusting he’ll do what he’s supposed to do, and he’s trusting in me.
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A sardonic moon/
surveys our plight and cackles.
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Walking those damned dogs is a pain… a PAIN every night. If it’s not urban skunks, it’s Mormons on bikes… the bastards
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sentinels in a frost-blackened field
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A dirtied light falls through/
the grimed windowpanes.
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When the planes crashed,when the levees broke,when the ground shook,there was a song I dreamed of,humming subsonic,a chorus of voices and prayersuncorked like the little brown jugthat holds all the love and memories.In the outback, Aborigines believewe create the world by…
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If I should wake/
before I die,/
just shoot me through/
the one good eye.
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they’d been pumping him
with Dilaudid at night,
to adjust his palette for what was
coming, in the soft lamp light he
watched his long fingers sprout pink
caterpillar fuzz, knuckles morphed
into hinges for Monarch butterflies,
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She was not the usual member of the band, not the girl nextdoor, not next to any door, not a regular housekeeper or woman. She was a ditch digger, a pied, circular piper, a mouse hugger.
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I watched as the light fled
from your eyes,
No slowly dimming lamp,
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Poor, pocked Ceres- dwarf planet/
trapped among mere asteroids-
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Betty, batty from hormones, in a fanciful fit, named her daughter Lavender. Husband Don winced. Brothers Donald, John, Billy, and Tom were puzzled and pleased by this sister, this girl, who was a little bit like them, yet not like them at all. …
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