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"for sale: baby shoes, never worn"
a brief remark to miami's flotsam and jetsam. andres talks to the city. animal husbandry for the fairer species. break ups and sweet revenge. elvis costello and the first girl i thought i loved. five hundred miles apart we've lived. i force poetry. instead, kneel. the divorce. the importance of circumstance, date, and time. the nuptial hour. the stench of reconciliation. the threeness of things. the threeness of things (II). the way the world is spent. why they used to preach in latin. you kiss with childish desperation. 2007 2006 2005 home |
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how do i feel about this, the soreness of my neck? i press the straps between my twixt my collar-chords and bone them raw. they say the waiting is the worst part is the roundabout what calls it skin-'n-bile he says TWIST MY TWIXT MY TWEEN MY words and harrows know, too small for these contortions. oh after-drunk this burble finds my innards folding finds the clothespins for my wrinkles presses to the crevice, breaks my writhe. groan-moan says AND GRIPT IT HARDER; WITHOUT THE BURN OF SCANDAL I WOULD DIE! the next day i make mention wary, and then never again, give way give way. i am in the midst of struggle i am found here caught. he says GIVE ME FAIR THIS SOUR-SWEET, GIVE ME HENCE THIS COMMON DECENCY. and courtesy prevails. define it then the foot-print-patter pouring rain, the puzzle of my head between your neck-loop the pyre of your grizzle on my skin teeth-and-nails says CALL IT VENGEANCE; I AM EVERMORE THIS BEING BEDOUIN. |