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the wild thud of trees falling
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I was explaining whatwe did that day howshe played dress up withlingerie, lipstick, laceI took pictures andwe pretended we wereglamorous. I said"it was a bodega shoot."Later I thoughtI think I meant boudoir.
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Mom drank all her life. In fact, she had been drunk all her life. She blamed me for her drinking. “You were a tough little delivery. Thought you’d kill me. If the doc hadn’t fixed me up with a shot of brandy I wouldn’t of survived. Then you were such a li
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why am i sitting next to u my lovely tarantula. stop looking at me
like i am god.
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when the sun goes down alone
vice is forgotten in the night wind
your lover's voice
on the phone
held fast in the balance
of gravity and momentum
overcoming inanimate objects
and the unknown
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It took a few minutesAs the sleep wore itself outOf my eyes and mindTo rememberYou are gone, have been goneFor so long.We waited for the end for you,So you would not seePeople long gone at the foot of your bed,Or the faces of others instead of our own.We waited while they…
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as you raise your arm like a thin white flag
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Cataclysm was a bustling city
right across the river from Orgasm.
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I saw two men trying to help a pigeon with a run-over wing in London,
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having the time of their lives,
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I begged him, "please tell me again how it feels.""I can only describe it as a purring," he said of the slurry of snow falling inside his ribcage. He swallowed again. And then, "maybe it's more a feathered butterfly. It's hard to say." It apparently had begun, this…
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After ten days in Jeddah, I start to miss the rain back home in Tennessee....
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We all tell them/even when our mothers
warned us only the Devil/tells stories
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There is a feeling in my hands,
fingers,
a restive, potential energy,
drawing inward, reaching
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