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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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what if i never want to grow up? or be saved? god knows god knows, this is how i've wallowed; loveless and not longing -- not longing and not lost. i am weak in the knees with content. contentedness? and i refuse. i wouldst this were concrete. i wouldst i were thing. lithe. boyish. no matter how many times my skewed facial structure is called sophisticated i wouldst my jaw were square my hips more narrow. i wouldst i could now see the face of the man i'll marry, but they say a wedding for me will be a difficult one. at seventeen i predict, suspect, foreshadow an untimely divorce. |