got in it the mail today you jumped for joy ran to tell your friends turned on the gas while i was walking thinking of him his son our life together my coworker - too long in the hospital, and her family just left yesterday they live out of state the weather turned when she got sick at least i noticed her old "friends" suddenly found more laundry ...
who wrote those lines who reads her lines? what etched them beside her lips, under her cheeks, into her frowns. why were they never erased, softened does she remember him anymore or is he enfolded in the crease beneath her lids. who danced the can-can on this stage, in the chorus on broadway, where did she go to reach this place and does she remember where she came from ...
my essay is waiting to write me my dreams are waiting to kill me my death is waiting to live were you a nightmare was that a kiss have i lost my mind or did it lose me i cannot tell illusion from moonlight and i think that i'm awake though i know i'm still - someday something will tap my shoulder an alarm will sound i will realize that i've never ...
in the summertime the muscles in my drapes ripple like lions of the serengeti in whose eyes i would drown if i could look just once like my pale orange swath of cloth billowing above my knees like panthers springing into trees like the ocean as the barometer falls ...like you coming home.
pigeon tracks every which way indelible in cement did it die what happened? did a puddle save its life did a fireman take it away (my dad used to do that with cats on the street) nothing indelible here just an etch-a-sketch erased again invisible cement imagine it'll be a long time before anyone notices it sees i walked through it x-rays the damage on ...
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