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you'll call it jealousy, but i promise youit's really not, because i wouldn't liketo have your life any more than i wouldmine. because really, i lead a life notunlike that of a housecat, knockingaround and getting spooked by closingdoors when i know nobody is in. what…
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Easter morning in the airport: 1.The kids are boarding like bunnies,with chocolate stained paws,blood sugar already in the air,and newly plucked pink and yellow tulip buds behind their ears.I want to tell them it's still too early,you have to let those buds…
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Apples. As if you need more details.
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Delightful days spent at the beach. Children building castles; as parents watched waves glistening under the afternoon sunlight. Sanderlings running with beaks down, hoping for a tasty morsel through the ebb and flow of tides. As time went by, briefcases,…
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At the end of the documentary film of my life,
there would be your whistle.
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We were falling from the eyes of others -The scales - Each one a million points of thrashing life The weight hung us in the deep. While my eyes focused in the decline The sea bed looked up at us. Each mote of binary light Fell into the…
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we all die from the bottom up
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The devil ran in my blood.Scars chase each other on my skin.One year old, I fell down the stairs in my walker.Five years old, I fell out of a tree while convincing my older sister to climbthe outlawed tree.At six I rode my bike down the biggest hill in the…
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The shape of your feet
As I imagined them, just then
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you are not here and neither am I here is between us the where in wherefore where from its else- one silent letter to mark whole from hole words maps or nets a space not uniform a scale not fixed and now is forever this stage upon stage escheloned as if stairs books stacked…
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"Don't you worry about the snow--just trust the source..."
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It is she, she the economy
of terror, the sexual
economy generating
libidinal, the being
of being economical.
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At the wake of I love you. We were warm and not fizzy; it was the graveyard of “the comment.” A wake was being held for I love you. A good fellow yes? No on advice a laugh your face will regret a taunt to slap you from the…
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The seekers find their faces mirrored in a pond. / The vision is of stepping one rung at a time, stepping / quietly over the water...
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Everything on my lips is an indictment.
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