What Happened?
You were the prettiest girl in your high school graduating class in 1927. Now you have short blue hair and nobody loves you, not even your own children. They don't like to have you around because you make them nervous.
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Everything Includes Us
The thought of her hands touching his hair makes me want to vomit.
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Lighthouse
Signalling, we touch, lying beside each other like waves. I roll over into her and look down through candlelight to say, "Hey, I'm balling you."
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September 3 (The Dr. William Carlos Williams Mistake)
I had severe insomnia last night with the past, the present and the future detailing themselves like: Oh, the shit we run through our minds! Then I remembered that it was Dr. William Carlos Williams' birthday and that made me feel better until almost dawn.…
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'Good Work,' He Said, and
"Good work," he said, and went out the door. What work? We never saw him before. There was no door.
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War Horse
He stands alone in a pasture but nobody can see him. He has been made invisible by his own wounds. I know how he feels.
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For Fear You Will Be Alone
For fear you will be alone you do so many things that aren't you at all.
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The Necessity of Appearing in Your Own Face
There are days when that is the last place in the world where you want to be but you have to be there, like a movie, because it features you.
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Ben
I telephone Oklahoma this evening. The telephone rings eight or nine times but nobody's home. Ben's not in his trailer parked in a field just outside of Oklahoma City.
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Oak
crows / the crows / the (the tree)
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Montana Inventory
At 85 miles an hour an insect splattered like saffron on the windshield and a white cloud in blue sky above the speed-curried bug
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Right Beside the Morning Coffee
If I write this down now, I will have it in the morning. The question is: Do I want to start the day off with this?
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Curiously Young Like a Freshly-Dug Grave
Curiously young like a freshly-dug grave the day parades in circles like a top with rain falling in its shadow.
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On Pure Sudden Days like Innocence
On pure sudden days like innocence we behold the saints and their priorities keypunched in the air.
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Homage To Charles Atlas
A daydream exercises your mind for a moment or two like an invisible muscle. Then it's gone, totally forgotten.
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Impasse
I talked a good hello but she talked an even better good-bye.
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Finding Is Losing Something Else
Finding is losing something else. I think about, perhaps even mourn, what I lost to find this.
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You Will Have Unreal Recollections of Me
(For Rilke) You will have unreal recollections of me like half-developed photographs for all the days of your life, even though you have never met me because I have dreamt you. Soon it will be morning, the dream over.
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Home Again Home Again Like a Turtle To His Balcony
Home again home again like a turtle to his balcony and you know where that's at.
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