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What was that film, him so cynical, so beautifully stoned?
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Behind the wainscoting, the mice scratch, struggling to keep warm.
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The old Negro school, a one-room, dilapidated shamble of weathered gray boards, sits rotting down by the river...
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Tender veterinarian, even if you weren't so tall, or your eyes so warm, or your fingers so long, or if you didn't bend over my sick cat with such astounding grace, or shoot those quick, intense glances at me, I'd have woven dreams while in your uncommon presence. Vulnerable…
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My uniformed father's smile resembles the Mona Lisa's, as unknowable to me as ever...
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It turns out I know a thing or two about momentum. I know, I know. Like the crescendo of your bicycle wheels. Like the force the florist put on the stems the day Linda died. The way my fingers spin between planetary mass. This is how I know I’m not real
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A horizon shrinks a burden until it’s a seagull getting fat off vinegar fries. I’m in love with the way your mouth moves when you aren’t talking. When it fills with salt.
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The drip of rank meat, his muzzle, his back-barbed tongue: red.
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"I can't write the thing itself."
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Suppose Eve, strolling through the sunlit Garden, had not stumbled on that particular Tree at all, the wily serpent twined in its lower branches?
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Sometimes my poems escape. They crawl out through my Wi-Fi connection, I suspect.
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Lucy entered the open door next; she had been inside the cat litter house before: Brother Fran didn’t bother to cover turds he’d laid. He spoke of the outdoors: lizards he’d separated from their heads, world of work.
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maintained by as many pocket-protectors as Big Brother Big Sister requires
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