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I was dating my yoga class. It was going all right. Which is to say, the sex was pretty fantastic but otherwise I was beginning to lose interest. I'm thinking of one Saturday afternoon in the summer. We ended up browsing for Father's Day gifts at Crate & Barrel in …
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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 you
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I go to the seaand turn myself over in my hand like a shell: a hollow conch carried on the resonance of a song long past its singing. My heart is a well and this city, one that is forever in drought.
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You don't really love me, you love yourself. That's okay, but please, do me the one biggest favor you could ever do me.
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You will never let me love you as I can truly love you. My heart is the heart you gave me, it grew from my tongue. It wants to speak to you.
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There is a man who lives in my shower. He was here when I moved into my apartment three months ago, so I didn’t have much choice in the matter.
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But I am quite sure,
in my loneliness,
there is nothing that aches inside me more,
than a desire to persist.
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Two people are talking. They are both wearing hats.
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Home is where my parents live and my relatives visit.
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Years later, I found a map in my brother’s lonely apartment in L.A. “Bury me here,” he instructed in a scrawl on a map he had drawn of Woodlawn Cemetery.
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By the time I learned how much I loved my family, I was 3 years and eight-hundred miles away from them
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When the snow geese fly to the warming marshes,when the ice melts on the pond in the wood,when the sweet breath of fresh-mown haylofts over us and settles on the fields,I will remember you have been a blessing,a quiet steady forceWe will sit at the kitchen table and…
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The door shuts slowly to something that’s allegedly mine
and it sits there and waits until I come home
just like you.
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"working
for the weekend" by Loverboy,
with insane beat
all giddy up hooves,
a hobby horse memory
running faster and
faster and faster ..."
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a key dangles from a chain, useless as a stumped limb.
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