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I know I was hungry, she says
to herself, maybe.
I was hungry for what
you had to offer. Your
fast car, your dad’s
ski boat, your prettiness,
your beautiful mouth,
your eyes, and yes for
the joy you could give me
between the legs.
B
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They come to mind/
like ice flowers/
on the small panes
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come find me in high July come find me and brag about frost come be my friend at the end of the map come burn this church come melt your silver cross come cat fish a condom out my dresser drawer come alone, cum under a gold dust moon come throw another shadow on…
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I heard the little young dark-haired girl,
the one who came looking for Flint the first night
he moved in – I heard her crying muffled sobs
down in the parking lot behind our place, and
Flint was trying to comfort her, but she was
really
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take out the yellowed recipes/
left by mothers and grandmothers—//
perhaps the great aunt who never married—
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Her face turned up to me like a half moon,
eyes black with black paint.
Her skin like the inside of a ripe plum,
her blue robes hanging down
and opened at the front.
Black hair cut straight across
the forehead. I know
what you were thinking.
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A black and white Malamute chasing down a deer
to the edge of the water, and putting her mouth
on it. The hurt deer fallen into the water to escape.
Red blood floating out into the water like cloth.
The boy racing down the slope into the reeds t
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only thoughts lost in lonely trails of red
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The phone rings. The oven beeps./
The locomotive whistles and howls.
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If the meter-maid man doesn’t keep writing these tickets, the Works will stop. So, she waits to one side, not to stop him. The Works must go on, or they will stop. If he doesn’t keep writing tickets, there’s no money in the coffers, and no job. And then p
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our cogs
winding
and whirring
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“1st I had two men in my life,
now I have no men in my life.”
She stepped on a world of
deep lace, and glass,
and proceeded as if she had
nothing to lose, at first.
Now she must
lie on that flame
and be still.
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When Chuck dies, I’ll throw/
a party and dance, a little drunk,/
across what I’ll pretend/
is the old shit’s grave.
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It’s good to get fucked in the rain.
It’s good to get fucked in the back seat of a power boat
on a river in the hot summer air with the mosquitos
sucking the life out of you.
It’s good to get fucked with your bare back
rubbing up against the
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