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I guess the ultimate, penultimate failure
would be to write a love poem that
turned on everybody but you.
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We watch the news together every day.
10 minutes total; flashes of tragedy broken up with fluffy current events.
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Revocable Love It was easy lying there with My head on her left breast Listening to the strong Business-like beating of Her heart. She looked down and said Quietly, I told you my love Was revocable. I give it To many men and then I take It back. …
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untilled, weedy, left to rest
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anxiety
said Kierkegaard
is the dizziness
of freedom
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Pull her from the water and check
her pockets. Shouldn’t death tattoo
a message on each palm it removes
the pulse from.
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I watch my brother carry her into the hospital, and I love him with parts of myself I didn’t know were capable of love. I love my brother with the space behind my eyes, the skin between my fingers, the ends of my hair, the crease in my neck. I love him wi
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A friend of mine recently died and went to Heaven, or so I innocently thought. It was only when I received a letter a month later postmarked “The Island of Final Regrets” that I realized he was still in transit.
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... and August's drought/
will yellow lawns, singe the shrubs,/
and amplify cicada song.
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"...when my daddy found out about Jasper, it was too late— mama was already round-&-radiant with Jasper's child. "
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Katie loved butterflies. Katie loved daisies. Mainly, Katie loved presents.
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the two become one where/
all things end,
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You always complained that Christmas/
ruined your birthday/
sister.
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The old lady is losing her memory. She forgets people's names yet so familiar to her. A little sheepish, she takes her basket and walks to the village. Just like when her legs were young, suntanned, shapely and attractive. Along the footpath, by the shop windows, over the…
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Five years ago, on January 15, 2009, Flight 1549 took off for Charlotte, North Carolina and, 3 minutes later, made an emergency landing in the Hudson River, with no serious harm to anyone but the geese who caused the problem. (They were liquefied into something…
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the heat and energy it takes
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Susan said since her divorce three years ago there have been too many Jacks in her life. Seven, if she counted that older guy. She knew that now. Too many. It was the name and little else that drew her to men. She told me the name alone was like Pavlov's bell. It…
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...when they decided to teach her a lesson, it was with particular vigor and vitriol...
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She’s there, in a tin, loosely wound
beneath sepia tissue paper, a braid
to worry in your fingers.
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poets can kill, or at least they once could:/
perhaps poems tamed us, if they are any good.
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On the Rocks What matters these, to all, below the crest… If privilege of mind-blankness is the bay's? Remembrance breeds no fathoms of its rest- As plumb the circuit lulled, at each rephrase Of capture,…
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now the days are empty
and time has lost its head
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With green and silent industry, the plants/
convert our shit to fiber, food and breath.
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The Muse//has used/ me up
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She asks me what she should do, and I say I don't know because I'm no good at handling fragile things. She says, let's talk about you. I say I can't - phone signal, you know. She calls me anyway, twice, then leaves a message saying that she just wanted to
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So where was I? On the curb, the stingy, gritty curb of existence, hard on the ass, as usual on the rim of it all, the ledge of success, well to tell the truth far from the ledge but about to fall off, floating on the circumference of meaning, riding a c
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hunting after dark,/
in the quiet they seemed to appear/ with every new poem I read, each new workshop, some hunting carried on/ by both animals.
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Got something inside me
hard as nails
keeps me walking upright
ain't never failed
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“Lightning has more longevity than I,”
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1.Oh yes, I'm just kicking around in the leftover moon dust you could say I'm certainly not waiting around for your satellite feed anymore certainly never ever hoping to see if your free falling hair strands still look…
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