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Early in the morning
I wanted to send you something
for when you wake;
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If you remember what it was like when you were young, still a kid, healthy and innocent, with smooth skin and a button nose, and an enormously bright smile, you might think of a time when you sat on your dad’s lap, when you shifted gears while he held the
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Locked at the highest rung
Unable to budge at all
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woke up to the sound of a diesel
looked out the window to see i’m not home
outta bed to see if you had called
not a damn thing on my phone
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And it's a tough thing
to become a father,
a contradiction;
guiding a child to avoid the things
that you know about so well.
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...he thought often of the rollicking waves, of being pulled under, of being weightless and senseless...
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On beach trips with our families,
there were bumper cars, jet skis;
flash enjoyments,
beach-themed distractions.
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When she was eleven, Margaret still believed in mermaids. She would fasten the neon diving rings that her mother gave her to her ankles and swim around in the pool for hours. By the end of the afternoon, with chlorine-swollen skin she would wince as she…
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If I tell you when I was six I remember climbing a tree, falling, and breaking my wrist, fine. Now let me tell you the tree was an elm whose leaves showed the first tinge of yellow in the young autumn. Purple and white clovers dotted the yard my father hadn't gotten…
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Let's fuck like 20-year-olds, darlingwrap ourselves around each otherand fuck our way to the starsLet's cross that line between you and meand the stuff people pay to seeI know pleasure and it is thisall over me, you, covering,…
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“Don’t worry, I’ll show you how.”
My hands shook; my heart raced;
My knees felt like Jell-o©
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A procession of our somber youth—
stoned and stunned and
broken beyond repair—viewed
the boy carved of putty.
The mortician painted him
stuffed him, presented him
to us, the semi-living.
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Mere children taken from their beds Are thrust into the ravages of war Fighting for the ideals, desires, greed Of those sociopathic profiteers. Babies, youngsters fight each other At the whim of those who dictate The need to conquer,…
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