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Archive for July, 2010

There were thirteen in me Military men in green suits Odi ght hula in my esophagus I was a machine, stretched between two planets Twenty billion light years from the sun Twenty billion was the number they wrote on my hull, my hall, my throat I’ve waited a long time, perhaps my whole life, to [...]

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If you could be soft in what you are. In what you’ve felt in the world. If you could release, just for a moment, how he held you, or how the kids should have come home. If you just put down the can of paint. Listen. All along you’ve been waiting. A couple long sighs, [...]

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I would like to know what the way out is. And I don’t know that way in. The future is an outside thing. The future is the serpent and the stone. I have to know what was known. And all the courage in the world is the stone. What is the upper room? Why did [...]

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An orator speaks: Be that as it may, I must congratulate the sheep on applauding longest. I must savor the delicacy of their fur and flesh. They are the wool that makes each occasion warm. There is a point to be made, a point. A niggly, singly little point. Poont. Adolf Hitler had a first [...]

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Song of Childhood When the child was a child It walked with its arms swinging, wanted the brook to be a river, the river to be a torrent, and this puddle to be the sea. When the child was a child, it didn’t know that it was a child, everything was soulful, and all souls [...]

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If she opens up the garbage bag, if she sees inside, in her almond hands, if they move and tear the bag, if she leans over and her hair falls in her face, if she pulls it behind one ear, if she stops and glassy eyed, breaths slowly, because there is the dead body of [...]

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Though to meet someone in California None-the-less, a wedding Is like meeting them on a movie set. You are minor actors with a vague background. Cousin #2 and the best man. You are the scenery to someone else’s love story. At best, you are reaching out for each other Because that is what people do [...]

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When I am sleepy, when I watch Monet’s willow from behind the soldier’s arm When I think how he decided to stay, decided not to fight, to sublimely ignore the revolution… I think about how childhood must be, how dreams are, how there must be a place we can go that is not of this [...]

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