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In those moments of irritation it's as if he descends from the heavens and settles into my body, takes a good grip of the steering wheel, and elevates the tension in the car to Code Red.
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You watched their endeavors from the saddle, the way they created four walls with the sheets and towels, an inner sanctum conjured out of their cleverness, within which they pegged bras and underwear for modesty’s sake.
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Mam and I lit candles and prayed to St. Jude for a cessation to the deluge, but the rain kept falling and the flower beds turned to a muddiness I equated with the No Man’s Land morass of World War I.
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Elvis meant nothing to me.
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Salmon and hake stare wall-eyed from an icy bed.
The Turkish coffee seller makes thick lattes for €2.00
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St. Brigid’s Crosses go for €7 a shot.
Inside the passage grave the walls are tight.
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watched skin fall / away from bone
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Our legacy in these pages, the first inklings of going into the red, the hull breached, the trickle of debt begun, only to grow larger and finally sink the whole damn thing. A lamb bought for Easter—£4.30. A load of brick for outhouse refurbishment—£5.6/1
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Whilst nobody was looking, I placed a hand on the same rhinoceros’ hide recently and tried to feel your vibration.
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The famine memorial is ignored by passers by and in a far corner a colorful Oscar Wilde is recumbent on a boulder.
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The Titanic Experience is closed for the day
and deck chairs sit abandoned in a parking lot
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For every four fingers of good whiskey you down a glass of water.
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You’re the girl that would sneak out to poetry readings instead of parties, watching fierce semi-bearded men reading their poems from hand-stapled zines.
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he limped along his usual route, dogless
since the days the beast savaged his hand.
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We have rhythm; in the way I fork lentils into her dropped lip, how she scratches her left temple with jagged fingernails.
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