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There was a memorial on the Berkeley Pier where you liked to fish.
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100521
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"For several days thinking they had found a dead man’s boot beside the highway..."
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My only brother. Frantic flesh clings to bone.
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5999
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A privilege, being watched by moose: the fact of it warms me with a bright mammalian viscosity.
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1454137
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a Ferris wheel gently rocks
its last riders
then dumps them to the ground.
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1450114
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A wall of icons can be beautiful if you don’t look closely at the hands. The hands tell stories of too short lives and unrequited love.
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3833
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My uncle's death is now his dearest possession.
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2100
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91800
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My tongue lashes out like a whip.
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6098
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Of course the sharks had their way.
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12675
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The faces of strangers ooze like hamburger.
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762111
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My hands exist for this, the sweet unraveling of sleep until the rhythm of a whispered kiss awakens you.
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13055
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Nothing moves, though two switch engines chuckle on a siding, their exhaust an umber wash.
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2642
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Aging nudists, sun-rumpled and shameless. Their display of flesh suggests it’s expendable, easily replaced.
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1872310
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...she sets aside her cane and reaches up to weigh a giant pupa in her palms as it hangs clustered with its mates, fantastic table grapes depended from a trellis on the ceiling.
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