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Your cheekbones startled me, sharp and prominent
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only thoughts lost in lonely trails of red
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Sometimes everything becomes as meaningless as a blonde woman with sunglasses. Still, there is something reassuring about the blonde woman with sunglasses, as she sits there alien to any regime, while I build my new empire of vanilla ice cream, so…
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How many shadows in your soul? Close your eyes, my love, let me / make you blind as the wings of a drenched, drowned bee.
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The phenomena of this water
formed the first definite link
in that vast chain of apparent miracles
with which I was destined
to be at length encircled.
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I am a purveyor of leeches. All my
friends are purveyors of leeches.
We meet weekly to compare our wares.
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Put down your bazooka, Marianne.
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My uncle looks into the bleached eye of his cat and asks
"What happened to my ear?"
The meerkat’s eye replies:
"You had cancer. Remember?
They had to cut off your ear to save you."
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later still
wine parties with cucumber
red and rich
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all / the secret letters/ ever dreamed up
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There are 1.45 million readers
of poetry in the US and
2.9 million poets. The odds
of an audience are bad.
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in his hands, in the music, / in darkness between recording // and this room
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She is alone in the ocean
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Feeding you a taste of croissant
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