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But the profligate are blameless now
Those who conflate sex and love the way
dumber animals mistake heat for light
have moved freely back to some primal zone
where if I’m felt to be contradictory to the
surroundings it’s because I wanted t
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When I was miranda and my mother Rose, ours was a skinless intimacy. miranda in Rose's womb, captured in an essence of love, anger, frustration, fear, the overwhelming stress of Rose's life heavy syrup that kept the bond between spirit and body weak and
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Last week, Beatrice told Rick she doesn’t want to marry him because why should they need an antiquated religious ceremony to validate their love for each other? But really it is because she does not love him. They both know this, but only deeply. They do
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I would like to mention here, in recounting this memory, my companion is French but he is also very young--as all idealists should be. He exhaled a curl of blue smoke and his cigarette sizzled out on the sidewalk before us.
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Come. / Do you want me to ask/if you feel old?
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It's hard not to sound dramatic when you begin a letter "On Earth..."
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1. Post Scriptum
Just opened an email from work containing an attachment of a piece of art which reads (translating from Turkish) “The price of love; one person pays”
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lying back on inviolable sheets, your breasts spread apart like a child’s open hands
you’d look up at me and smile
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I slowly remember, isolated
figure in space, a saddened smile
leading her yesterday to now
and afterward a heavy weight
bending her head toward dwindling dreams.
Time has flown, and time flows onward.
A voice reaches out, tenderly streaming
th
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she shivered in the ceasefire like a virginal nude brought to life.
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Once she said she was freezing,
she said, “I don't belong in this world,
my time has come to go".
Once she said she was freezing,
she said, “I don't belong in this world,
my time has come to go".
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The old man is dead,
body propped in its cart
like the dead El Cid
strapped on his horse by Jimena
to save Valencia,
and yet...
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she's bent over and reaching into the oven to pour fat over a chicken. I just want to tug those pants down and thrust.
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I stared at the Clockwork Orange poster and thought about the knife that Alex held. I imagined it being used to cut out the thing that might be inside her. That’s all I saw whenever I looked anywhere. Things that related to our catastrophe.
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