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We never discussed whether there would be more sex in heaven, or some sex, or any sex at all. I was awfully close to being a human wind chime when I started chirping or whimpering like I did, whenever I got close to coming. But not all scars are the sam
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I remember how silk felt against my skin, dressed in these flimsy things, while the cold bit my nipples. How I would lie in your arms, after being awakened from my pubescent slumber, in a rush to grow up for good, holding on to the oblivion long enough.
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Let us talk granola
and improvising
on the margins of
munchies and breakfast.
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how much is downed/
to counteract the down/
with deeper down.
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Here’s your new diet plan.
Eat 3 bugs a day.
You’ll puke so much you’ll have to lose weight.
Use a knife and fork.
Chew slowly.
Get up from the table and puke some more.
Don’t sit back down until you’re done puking.
Then eat 3 more bugs.
P
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After dividing the sabliereand after the outliers roll away,disappear,or sit like a thrombus between two fingers,will there be enough in the dayfor you to watch the sun saginto its everyday tomb,to listen to the sagittal sighof a passing evening,to eat the last fruits of a…
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There could be a Reagan circle/
with a Maggie Thatcher suite.
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but I pretend again I've kept the prairie/
out, have battled back the smoke and dirt
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“I will attract nice clients with lots of money.”
She told me this, and for a time I believed her, because if not, what then?
I will attract slobs and sluts without a penny to their name?
It’s possible, in life. I have heard about it happening,
to
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Something//
always intrudes,
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hand prints dance on a wall
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captured by his lens and plates/
before humidity and hydrocarbons/
smudge the crisp clean lines
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I got a male bouffant hairdo like Trump
I can’t wait to develop patience
And the next time I have a ringing in my head
I’m not going to answer it
Can I Get a New To-Do List?
I tried changing my name to Richard Vixen
Until the State Dept. too
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Tinfoil flap-flap-flapping against the window.
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