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It wasn't raining, and I wasn't in Paris. The moon wasn't out, and I couldn't see the city lights. It was a sunny Saturday, not too hot but hot enough, and I wondered if my bike would fall over …
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So much of everything isn't the way I'd do it at all. I wouldn't do myself the way I've been done. Nope, the way I'm turning out is not the way I planned, definitely. I'm turning out to be a limp middle class day-after-day type of guy ... I go to work, I
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The weather is chilly here in discomfort The goose bumps raise their black flags I've never peered through domes of eternal bliss Those sleek enough, slide past me I seek the empty company in brown plastic bags, With only a few holes and a branded…
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never have i wanted/ to stay in one place long,/ flight inspired to escape/ existential ennui--
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She's waiting there, for you, in bed
but the analgesic cigarette
calms your mind more than her heat.
She's there waiting, in your bed,
eyes closed, fluttering, somewhere
between the dream and practical world.
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Luxury, for my wife is a lie-in,
undisturbed and swaddled in all the duvet's warmth
like a birthday present wrapped in love
all alarms, phones and distraction from dreams ceased
save for the constant metronome of the second hand ticking
inevitably a
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sometimes it's hard/ to leave the house in the morning/ when bed is so comfortable/ and you're so far away.
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How long does it take to know someone?
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I had a friend in high school that wore a size G bra and we would take guesses on how much her tits weighed in comparison to the rest of her body. I spent a night wondering how she kept upright.
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You welcome the new girl by putting a message on her back. I breathe harder until she pops or until you ask me what I’ve seen or until you see my hand turn into a fist.
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When I met Sally
I was all
Unsuspecting
Of what powers
Might be found
In this world and
In a woman.
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She left the bathroom and slammed the bedroom door. He heard the lock close.
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We were born here. At the top of the stairs underneath a painting of basset hounds playing croquet. And a hallway closet filled with lost someones. And the police, three times a week, singing nursery rhymes while walking up to our door.
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