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He looks like
he’s fallen out of
heaven
with all his stuff
kicked back
on Telegraph Ave
amidst all his
worldly possessions
asleep
in the midst of it all
like a softball
in an old mitt
worn out
but unable to fully
let
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I find my mother’s pink Pyrex mixing bowl at the antique store on Fairview Avenue. It’s in the hands of a fat woman in a blue down parka, and she’s holding it upside down, squinting at the sticker on the bottom.
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It drifted into the sea, I say, when you ask me about home. You’ve only known me for a few moments, so you’re not sure how to gauge me. You laugh, and make an Annabel Lee reference. The English teach in me wants to hug you. The New Jersey in me wants
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But she knew what she would find. She knew it all the moment she felt the sticky fingerprints behind the slat of her old oak slay bed. The fingerprints that would only be left from a person grabbing it from behind their head. The fingerprints that she
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I have heard the very people who make me talk as if explosiveness is something to flee. And I agree. If you are not designed to destroy, you should stay far away with me. I was packed with the desire to fall apart with force and take whatever stands near me with me. It is…
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They will take you, naked,
and put their tongues and fingers
into intimate, erogenous openings
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A vanishing of something we never got to see. All we've been left with are impressions, imaginings
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life is a lucky thing, bountiful among the
drugs and flowers
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it was one of those days, nostalgically bathed in technicolor, kodachrome and lost shades from a more vibrant distant past. squirrel jesus sat still
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