By the first of August the invisible beetles began to snore and the grass was as tough as hemp and was no color–no more than the sand was a color and we had worn our bare feet bare since the twentieth of June and there were times we forgot to wind up your…
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Watch out for power, for its avalanche can bury you, snow, snow, snow, smothering your mountain. Watch out for hate, it can open its mouth and you’ll fling yourself out to eat off your leg, an instant leper.…
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When they turn the sun on again I’ll plant children under it, I’ll light up my soul with a match and let it sing. I’ll take my bones and polish them, I’ll vacuum up my stale hair, I’ll pay all my neighbors’ bad debts, I’ll write a poem called Yellow and put…
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Since you ask, most days I cannot remember. I walk in my clothing, unmarked by that voyage. Then the almost unnameable lust returns. Even then I have nothing against life. I know well the grass blades you mention, the furniture you have placed under the sun.…
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I am surprised to see that the ocean is still going on. Now I am going back and I have ripped my hand from your hand as I said I would and I have made it this far as I said I would and I am on the top deck now holding my wallet, my cigarettes and my car keys…
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