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'That November I washed
my hair with rabbit's blood -"
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Don’t eat your lunch here
For this is where the monsters sit.
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I saw your soul like flesh through négligée,
enigma moulding treasure from okay.
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The pieces of bread dipped us humans in cheese,
the cheese made by cows from our milk.
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When you take her grocery shopping
take a list and make her stick to it
as she forgets and duplicates a lot
She is also very generous
and will insist on buying you something
I think she cannot live without fresh flowers
or plants that are bl
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I’m twenty eight years old, and I am dying.
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Stretch marks part my heart,
stretch marks part my body.
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A girl’s legs stirring the air up
behind his back
as he lies between her thighs
stirring the air repetitively
like a sea anemone
stirring the water to feed
the soul, the hunger
between the legs and arms
for new life, stirring up
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“The place is great”
we told the rental agent
“except for one thing
“Pigeons are nesting
on the air conditioner
in the bedroom window
“At 7 a.m. the pigeons
were having sex
on the air conditioner
“They started getting r
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The soft twin winds
of peace and harmony
flow through your nipples
It is not milk
that gives such flow
but the whiff of life’s
spirit, the wind
of poetry
the renewal
and the silence
of the love
you give me
I suck like a new
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We all build portraits, meaning we all try to encapsulate and thus punctuate time. Why? Because, who among us can swallow eternity whole?
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Sitting at an outside table at the Bassett Café
on West Broadway, I remember, in the background
always the Twin Towers behind me
in the photographs from that time
And the sparrows in New York, bolder than anywhere
working over the scrap
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Two by two they come walking
down 7th Ave
girl with girl
boy and girl
boy and boy
two pigeons strolling
side by side
two robins
two crows walking stiffly
like two pieces of
anthracite coal
two spiders
two dogs sniffing each oth
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The dying boy laydressed in a white robe,his body half-reclinedhe wore giant crucifixand smiled for the camerapale yellow skinand head shornlong thin armsplucked full by i.v.'she smiled this dayand smiled all days after,believing he recoveredWhen they laid him downlowered…
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you choose to be mine
when you take hold of my hand -
silently, i'm yours
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