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She was a dead bird the morning I found her, wings clipped in dirt and blood vanished into tiny braille maps on concrete.
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Since the drought, turkey vultures have begun riding afternoon thermals into town, gliding in on their enormous wings...
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Each scream round a gloved hand pierces jigsaw text for skirt. Not the woman with a giant spatula. Not the ghost-man in vase. Fairy whore on rope swing How to Hang Yourself From a Tree.
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an ominous figure of fear and grace a ball moves back and forth
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You are falling asleep and shutting and giving and you will trick yourself into thinking you're real.
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He and I made an indoor scene, a still diorama of age and hair white as stilettos of snow.
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Drunk driving the Beemer out to the track with her nestled beside him, feeling lucky, Mahler on the Blaupunkt...
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Left Bank, 1922:The boys never had itso good;Drinking fancy aperitifs:Pernod, Lillet, Dubbonet,all kinds of “net”s. Blue skies, clear days,white, fluffy clouds onlazy afternoons on the Boulevard St. Germain.Now:Iced tea, green ginsengmaitake mushrooms to thwart…
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I'm a lot wiser now but so what?
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A cold night in Vermont. I pick up the phone, hear her say my name, and I’m back in a Las Cruces cantina almost a decade ago.
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At last you slip out when the rooms spit my name, a plumb of leaves, a dream city beyond fit.
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I'm a lot wiser now but so what?
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A cold night in Vermont. I pick up the phone, hear her say my name...
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The sea dies where a cello torques on sand, leaving me without its compass. An old clock sings.
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