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so out to the night, and turning out the stars, so nothing can last, and nothing is taken in
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I don't believe in symbols
but there's a hole
in my living room window
in the shape of a bird
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Fax me back to South Street listening to the dumpster / trumpeter, standing like licorice in the rain, / as the fetid officers assemble for the raid
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secrets are beautiful
/
between four lips
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I'm sitting here listening to Nebraska and it's / breaking my heart
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another lonely drone holding still
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I wrangle word juice
from the Oxford American, sighing at photographs of blues musicians with solemn lakes for eyes.
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There are stories I will not tell, stories I shudder / to remember. You'll forgive me for withholding them from you. / You may, of course, not tell me everything about yourself either
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Eighty years since we last leaned to the Right, we have already
dug trenches in our head, built walls between skins and gods.
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I’ve paid my dues in this dimension/
so show me where the rest of them are
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the planets were named after gods /
they too offer no help
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Clear as my conscience may be, you still haunt me as the brown settles to black
sit there and recommence as if nothing had ever happened, your hands conducting the orchestra of your purity.
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Sin? Nah. There’s just kindness and hurt.
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