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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
There is an unnamed grave close to where I work in an office doing that and this that has my name on it * The last thing she wanted was me and the last thing I wanted was her * Write, write, write and when it’s gone see where it goes where it’s going and … Continue reading
I’m at the Venus de Milo though I could be anywhere with eyes fixed to the girls around who make a good name for design and creation and who see me seeing them so maybe later after we talk about art and I finangle fact after fact and I tell them about the smooth back … Continue reading
No stories end happily ever after; they all go on to an unexpected, depraved, wiggling end * The stars are jealous of our light that can wake the mosquitoes who wake the spiders with a buzz and our flesh forming a larger mass of toes entwined and mouths entangled so more mosquitoes migrate to us … 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
Did we die before or after we were killed like a seed that is made to flower but instead stumps in cement and footprints and voices talking about the plants of spring that haven’t sprung even though it is late in the season and each morning, the dew drowns the world in life * She … 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
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
How can one spend so much in one day without so much as spending the day won? * She is kissing me with a mouth that flaps like a dog ear in the summertime – loose, wet, probably wrecked with worms – and she asks if something is wrong and I worm my tongue into a … Continue reading
Water reflecting light like growing scabs I question whether she’s a peach with freckles or freckled with peaches that swallow her until a pit is reached with dangling feet above a summer dress and the ocean that pulls in her breath for what could be a tsunami on another day but instead is just her … Continue reading
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