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That’s it, you got it; that’s it we’re through being through, you got it, there’s no more no more, you got it, nothing’s left for we left nothing, you got it, except for the fact that you got it for you do, you got it, but now you don’t for I got it and it’s … Continue reading
I’ve sometimes marveled how there are so many people that don’t know my name because I wrote that pretty great poem that included them in a swell of all but I suppose I didn’t know their name either or the poems they wrote * I made lunch for two but you are no longer here … Continue reading
Looking at where I used to live, I’m reminded of the fact that I’m dead and new moving along like sheered sheep fur in a suit that doesn’t fit like it used to and hair slicked and proper and eyes faded, hungry, looking at where I used to live but not seeing much life. * … Continue reading
It’s freezing this summer and there’s a hope that in the cold we learn to swim with our head floating above the ice or at least higher than the others who didn’t learn the lesson that it is best to better and best of all to be better than that * I’m in the shower … Continue reading
A bird sings songs after a shelling as though the air was still safe and my position in the trench dug out from mud and men wasn’t compromised by the bird’s chattering and its look-looking my way to see if I would attack it though I seem a friend and there’s been so much killing … Continue reading
And you haven’t left yet she tells me, though I’ve missed the beginning bits; and you won’t leave she tells me, though I’ve missed the middle bits; and you can’t leave she tells me, though she missed the ending bits. * What would you be without me I’m asked by a different me who has … Continue reading
I have seen better days for there are better days to be seen; clearer, real, full days of blinding sun where we sit like a pimple for you to find out how much you need me and I find out how much I don’t * If I didn’t try to kill myself, I’d have never have … Continue reading
You feel it seeping like wet leaves in a storm drain You see it in people’s walk slow then speedy then exhausted with tight skin in the wrong places and loose in worse ones while they swallow the sun with eyes closed, lips one mass and they dry and sweat like a bleeding carcass on … Continue reading
I’m told I have eremophobia which I don’t understand and the psychologist waves his hands to tell me it is a complicated word that means that I am afraid of being alone and I try to say the word that is clunky and poky and rips my tongue out to slip through the gaps in … Continue reading
I got you now, love, don’t I with a whoops and oppsy-daisy and the eventual hammering of two bodies that weren’t meant to hammer but have done so today until they are nailed atop of each other and the shadows make a cross of the small miracle of a girl’s stomach underneath your finger … Continue reading
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