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I would be reduced to begging on the streets and hoping for a sign of her in soup lines.
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They had to dress normal, my other boyfriends, be beardless, hairless, everything torn away, plucked, shorn smooth, because it elicited moisture on the tongue (when I was with you.) But I grew bored as the day before I first saw you.
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These were the kind of days children dreamed of. A warm sun shone over Coronado, California. December weather on the island did not prevent outside play. The wind off the bay remained soft, even if chilled. Church let out early. There was time to pla
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On the beaches in the summer the fine hair rose up from under the material of your bikini and swirled around your deep navel, almost invisible to the naked eye, but not to the mind, which imagines everything funneling down into the center of your being,
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Since she went missing I have burnt my world down: clothes, records, books and all documentary proof to my existence. Today I peel bank notes off my wallet and leave them all over the streets. If her flesh is gone, what else do I have to hold onto?
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“I think they gave me the wrong name,” I said, but didn't mean to.
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When they asked me how I stayed young, I told them it was because of you, that I lay with my face among roses, with my legs crossed over yours and my hand in the garden of all that was good and great, beyond.
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Honey lover of my bones, I might have stayed inside the walls of hunger a little long to be entirely trusted. Don’t leave me alone with myself or I might have to tell the truth, to anyone who will listen. But then again, who will listen? We won’t be abl
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I dip a feather quill in dragon blood ink for protection from you: my sketched giant, eyes flaming inside a streetlamp & a knife in your pocket, a stabbed life to the edge of the ring notepad. Your anger is rising like the smoke above my fingers.
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She’s always had one foot on a pedestal and the other in a gutter.
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Like your lover, clear bright, shining of the sea, I have touched the perfect chamber. Otherwise I have driven in another I, the other, clear water overflowing the evil ways, full of pride, wanton, full of arrogance, as if deceit were my deity? Ho, I do
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Is he heterosexual? Who cares?
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Sam tapped the stick against the small mountain of trash bags, a dull thud predictably followed by a dozen rats scurrying out of the mass. He's started to make a personal game of it — seeing how many he can kill with one whack; if he swings hard enough, and in…
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I imagine us driving off in some old oil-burning Olds or Buick, going down the road like a smudge pot. Roger Miller, your old arch-nemesis is there, sitting on the other side of me, and he won’t move his leg, which keeps bumping up against mine.
He
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When I died, she said, she was going to have me cremated and put my ashes in the cats’ litter box.
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