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A man alone in his paid-for living room, with his hands folded behind his head.
A man running from a bar, a bald man seen from behind.
Someone who made a wide circle to avoid your laughter.
A man undressing at the side of the road saying: “How y
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They were carried out / over shoulders of running soldiers / naked bodies pass
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she could be large-bosomed or petite
depending on my mood
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When I was alive with you inside me, I discovered briefly and finally how to fly. Up near your ceiling as I floated around the universe with widening eyes, like a butterfly, like a god, like a bird with golden hair at my neck, like a speckled moth infla
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Proudly we fight, yetWe run, we hideIn the jungle's quietBut how can we hushthe screams of the dead?
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And it's a tough thing
to become a father,
a contradiction;
guiding a child to avoid the things
that you know about so well.
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Don’t get your heart set on being alone in eternity. It’s not likely to happen. I was your muse of precocious sex, yes, and there were many hidden mouths who used to quarrel over us. So you can bend over and kiss me on the soul now, I won’t tell.
Yo
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Falling asleep remembering lies that had been built around lies
Lies to impress people
Lies to make life more convenient
Lies, I didn’t even know why I told them.
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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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She approached him submissively, face down, eyes hidden by hair that moved with every shift of the current.
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I remember a painting of a young girl (this could have been me) who had just given birth. She was almost smiling while she slept. Her upper lip was violet with exhaustion. One hand left up behind her head where it was thrown during the exertion of birth
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Was it burning dawn that was beginning to speak the world already, when you first had me? Burning dawn, where the path and the lane came together inside me, where you found me dreaming down from your ceiling, leaning on my elbow or hanging free from all
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I left the lacrosse game happy. Falcon girls won and a group of us headed to Hardies to celebrate. I made it to the median, but I must have been walking too fast because I was the first one there. Ashley called my name. I turned around,…
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