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33Was what my love had loved / Or maybe knew so simply loved / That we were going to die We
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Mar 27, 2012
3rd and 3rdIn the bottom of the subway mouth / foamed in summer sweat and the ink / of rodents on chipped slate tunnels,
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Mar 27, 2012
A Body Like a Lion is BurningThe gym is here today, perfect for me, exactly / as it was yesterday: too many mirrors, too many / glances, not enough weight, and not enough
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Mar 27, 2012
A Desolate Beach in SummerNow is the time your memory / has not yet settled, / is still in the air—just stirred, with mine,
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Mar 27, 2012
AfloatOn the clear days when I’ve got water… / On the clear days, when I’ve got water through my hands / and I’ve got water in me that’s not just around me
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Mar 27, 2012
AftertasteAs the beer somehow kept spilling / over the edge of the ping-pong table— / as its cascading luxury of foam
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Apr 2, 2012
Almost AwayWhen days I wish not to say / or write a word fall upon me / I sleep within and greet the touch
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Mar 27, 2012
And I'll Never, Except Somehow Have AlreadyI’ve heard from the winds / that have kept circling since / the newborn earth began circling
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Mar 27, 2012
And Isn't Thatthe hope, at least / in hope? / To go
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Mar 27, 2012
Antlers on a Firetruck This Past WednesdayWe lived briefly outside and at once / all of our one lives one innocuous evening. / I think it must’ve been a round ten.
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Mar 27, 2012
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