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I cut myself. Often. The bloodslice like thin lips parted/in prayer.
life’s color drained to ashen/as the old world spins, pirouettes/like a circus dog on the back/of a galloping horse.
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The three of us traveled seven hours that day and Al traveled as far in the service of finding the right tool for his writing.
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A figure left the building.
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My wife tells me/your dog has vomited/
on the carpet AGAIN!
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we ran that afternoon/across Bayshore lanes/into green blooming fields, beyond all those
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It’s all a matter of warped mirrors. As in the multi-mirrored passage I stood before as a boy
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I have/been you/years before/of course
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Imagine the color when you close your eyes
and stare at the sun.
Then, crush it into a tiny ball, the size of your fist.
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As spilled on a sandy Corona del Mar beach/both in moonlight and starlight so lovely/and strangely sad as if receding still
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and all the trees are holding/their limbs up in prayer/and rain is mating with soil
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