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"...It would be nothing but Tall Nasty Blonds in lacy French Maid Outfits, bringing home the baguettes and cases of Dom piled high in wicker baskets lined with Almond Roca wrappers and ultramarine Easter ribbons tied in fancy knots and bows like only a wo
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one isn't so lonely after all
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An inkling,
or seam
up the sleeve
of kimono
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This is where he died, she says to me, and points to the damp pavement. Her hair is wet, and slicked against her neck. The humidity is making everything engulf her. The sleep shorts I bought her last July are loose on her now, but between the rain and
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But she knew what she would find. She knew it all the moment she felt the sticky fingerprints behind the slat of her old oak slay bed. The fingerprints that would only be left from a person grabbing it from behind their head. The fingerprints that she
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at the front of the bus/ sways a white-veiled woman:/ gnarled hands upon/ a bag of palms,
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lovely notched
native American thing reaching
ceilings of imagination, and longing,
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