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His subway job offered some protection, but the layering of earth was nothing compared to what water did to insulate him from the Sacred. And that’s what he wanted. Peace from God. Five fathoms down usually did it.
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This one here drew
six figures a year
as a fake amputee
panhandling ...
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What if your teeth fell
like so many rain drops
gathered in a river
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Billy Joel wants to hold my hand.
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Little tech puppies, well compensated for code/
that outsourced laborers will realize in supercheap,/
superchipped gewgaws, sip artisan beers
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. . . it's all we ever want -- the holding.
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It was always your body that told so much --
lips working some secret out
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my crotch-heavy press of 'Yes.'
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watch/
the second hand sweep
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He reached for him,
in a language the father would know.
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