matt-gearyWhisper

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Love Letters for RamadanI. / I'm writing to tell you that I've spoken with your sister. / She tells me everything these days, though recently I've marked the way her voice conceals a quiet shame; rage in casual tones, and fear in quiet whispers.
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The Problem with HedgehogsThe problem with hedgehogs is the universal one. / It's the struggle of every man lying on his back, staring at the stars, / of every woman from mars, trying to appear from venus.
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CandlesAs I drove home, I thought: we should all bless the darkness. / If mercy, in her cold rain, should slide us off of the road, then all that we owe and have owed can be erased. / (Sometimes you'll remember nothing but a face. Sometimes both life and war are waste.)
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When I am QuietI'm up at 5 a.m., and it's cold in the basement again despite the new summer heat. I am quiet. / You know, every morning, I choose a face. It doesn't matter which one I choose, it doesn't matter what place I have to go. It only matters that I have to constantly know that I have it on, and that however long I have to wear it, I'll be able to bear it because that is what's required of me. / I say, "This is today's face...the one that everyone will see." "Today's face is funny." or "Today's face is sad." or "Today's face says 'fuck you' to everyone I pass."
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The Beauty of the UniverseI made my way through the door, through the garden, out onto the street, and into the universe, where I saw all of the marvels this life has to offer. / Walked on sunny beaches where the sea-breeze always blows, and in quiet meadows where carnations always grow. / Danced upon the milky glances of a waning moon, wrapped myself in the dawning sun’s embrace, watched the Earth until the quiet afternoon.
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Girl of Glass (Always a Happy Ending)I remember that it was snowing / and I was falling in love. / Her name was still Paige then, I think.
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O PositiveOn this cold reclining chair; / On this white paper sheet / With its sterile static-cling
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A Calm Mind Over the NightThe gravel of the driveway shifts under my shoes / While I lift my eyes to the horizen, like the evening before. / The sunset never waits for me, but I pretend it will.
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Where the Heart IsIt is still summer for a while yet, / But home is seeming less and less like home. / By now, the bed is empty. By now the cupboards are empty. By now every room and every corner is empty. But what bothers me is that broken screen door.
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You Will Be LuckyYou are not blind to the fact that you have not been lucky. I can see it too, and what the world has done to you is not kind. Salt rivers have flowed in origin from you, used your burning cheeks as banks, and surged away without a word of thanks. / Do not shrink back, because your eyes that have cried rivers have also seen ten-thousand sights on a thousand different nights and been unafraid, and when they were, your heart was brave enough for them both. / Some part of you has always known that your beauty would not simply emerge by chance; that it would have to lie under the mountain that’s on your mind, crushed into the gem that some newly lucky person will inevitably find.
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