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Often we sit in silence and age. We are observers of dust, fashioning ourselves into antiques.
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“I'll bet that vexatious cat ate it” ... he pictured the cat tiptoeing on the table where the nearly completed puzzle lay to snatch the last loose piece in its mouth as revenge.
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I think we were supposed to run away with each other long before this. There was that night on the motorcycle, the loud buzzing engine that cracked through the air heavy with rain threat, as we took the backroads and their curves too fast in a rush to get
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When I saw themI thought for a moment we were in the Bible,though the one who was David was only playingwith the twelve strings on his guitar and handsthat really wanted to play with my hair. There was no Saul.The one who was Jonathan had all the anger,because he…
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I had great difficulty trying to write a love poem. There are few good rhymes with the word ‘diarrhoea'.
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The seekers find their faces mirrored in a pond. / The vision is of stepping one rung at a time, stepping / quietly over the water...
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"Right. It's just that you love the cat more."
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Your hands will grip my waist,
like the curtains are being pulled away,
the veil between fact and fiction.
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"Maybe…" he began searching for some comforting wisdom. "Maybe it's like this. Husbands live for their wives. Mothers live for their children. And children...well...until they're husbands or wives, they live for themselves."
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Row,
Caps of white,
A salted escape
beneath reflected light.
Brother, remember those old lies?
I’m off to sea to make those things right,
now.
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The sun becomes hot. She removes her skirt. She is left with a black bodice, with white laces, leggings underneath and a pair of twelve hole Doc Martens.
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“Hey,” I begin, a naughty smile breaking across my face before I can get to the punchline, “Want to drive around flipping off anyone with a Romney bumper sticker?”
Kaleb chuckles and beams at me. It seems everyone likes a good girl turned naughty.
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What the hell am I thinking, bud,
At a late time like this, doing my laundry at 2 a.m. because we
Talked on the phone too long? Underwear has a way of keeping things real.
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My heart has been steadily beating for thirty years, perfunctorily pumping and oxygenating my blood. Purely functional, a muscle contracting. Not once has it hesitated, taking a breath for itself, recognizing its like in another.
And I was married for
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