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I came of age in a hollowed-out log, my carapace grown hard, the shimmer of green scoring my underbelly. At the time I wasn’t unduly worried by the thought I’d become some self-created godhead
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The morning news.
The birthday present you bought me.
This poem.
My hair when I wake up in the morning, at any given point in the day.
Pigeon pose.
My singing voice.
How much I love myself.
Coffee.
Sex.
Not having sex.
Having movie star sex.
Ha
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Everything is on Time’s menu
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Something//
always intrudes,
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["Dick Cheney's in a thong bikini, dancing through your mind, right now ... Dick Cheney's in a thong bikini, dancing through your mind, right now ... Dick Cheney's in—"]
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....the first/
in a long history of indignities.
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. . . when distance loses memory in plain sight . . .
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