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disorderly black squirrels / inhabit upper Michigan
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His beard is an eighteenth-century forest / in south central France
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He stood with the bride of quietness / on the precipice of questions
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Madame Fauve, / with a twisted braid, is dancing.
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the soul (in its annihilation) / waffles
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Everybody will be talking about it
on campuses across the country
“Hey! You’ll never guess who’s toilet
I bought. I’m not shitting you!”
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Four vanes pierced by a spindle, a cotillion in black and white. Moving in atmosphere lighter than air, one searches out the other moving away. As inside the glass, outside. You move slowly through me, and light bounces from one skin to the other,…
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A woman is walking her blonde dog when the world disappears. Shadows sweep across the moon and swallow the houses like trick swords and carnival fire. Things like that should be packed away in a trunk, hidden in the back of a truck someplace where …
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I was at the doctor’s office
They had a poster of the Mona Lisa
and the caption underneath it read:
“Why is this woman smiling?”
Well, it wasn’t because she was over 50
and had yearly mammograms
It was because she was 20 something
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1400
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take me into your
arms, God
I’m a duck
I used to be a seaweed
what went wrong
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she lays there
wrapped in his baseball sheets
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I woke up on my back with my face in the sunlight and thought, I guess this must be heaven, it was so bright out. Except for the buzzing of the insects. They will always bring you back to earth.
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2100
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She
ripped the roof
of your mind
off
and you began
writing like
Dylan Thomas
in the wind
like Hemingway
in Paris
Bukowski on booze
like Vladimir Nobokov
on girls
You began seeing
the folds in the world
like Picasso
th
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her finger
traces
knee scab
perimeters
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A man rounds the corner, zigzagshadow reaching for the womanwho steps out of it. A latecomer, he can't catch up to the lady strolling through dusk that blazed gold only this morning,…
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