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Years passed and the story became legendary...
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I am unable, anymore, to be the blue flower of youth for you. Possibly in life the soul's coldness is brought out by the earth, after the land and ground has been shaken beneath us. Virgin was the goddess when I got here. She still had that flavor.
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Three weeks of utters and breast milk and butter:
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I only know this: Inside sugar lives all thought of sweetness. Peace, and all hope of peace, lies under the nose of man, whose odor rises confused, choking on soot to the roof of the world where God lives.
God, help us. Don't fatten the raven on our
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you are in Faulkner’s dream -a lost pilgrim in cheap shoes
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small lacquered fingers tugging at our short skirts
we wobbled down the block in heels too high
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Forget the past, its heavy arms sunken at last into the waters of the underworld, crushed and oppressed. Its murders, its slaughter, its laws. Killed there, sacrificed, assassinated. All dust, every powder that is the father of history.
Knees that h
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like a rope or chain or ribbon of breath –
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In a mad tipsy leap you came up short and hard on the chipped stone counter Bruised and blue below the seams against the inside of your thigh. Your grand jeté a little too low, left you on the black floorboards Wincing in…
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In any rotation there must be a moment on the crest of propulsion, a moment not troubled by the rotting slag extending into a terminus. I am that man. I seek that moment.
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with cool confidence
and believable body language
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take back all the falderal
and friggin' fiddle dee dee
take back the mad murmuring
of ten minutes ago
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By the time I learned how much I loved my family, I was 3 years and eight-hundred miles away from them
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the talking unicorn in the corner has given up on them,
pounded three beers, and passed out.
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You surprised me then, / climbing onto my finger: / climbing into my heart. / Your long, cobalt body felt weightless on my hand.
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