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A Something AffairThe long white curtain is still hanging on. The baby still / sleeping somewhere in all of that. I don’t mind / a thing. I don’t mind at all. See how slow and good
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Jan 14, 2012
Burning Feetit wasn’t till night that I realized what had been bothering me all day and when I saw it at last I was sad, in the way I do, when the bothering is so easily-remedied-a-thing, once seen, or in this case, felt, as it was the longing of my feet to be without shoes, sans socks too, no winter, **** concrete, sidewalk, home every encased thing. It was night in a park with the children wahooing when I got quiet enough to listen to the feet, who’d been fed up all day, and when I slipped out of the sturdy hiking shoes and pressed my feet, which by this time had nearly given up hope of ever getting what they need, onto the cool spring grass my silly knees nearly buckled. And I was greedy for the different surfaces, to give them to the feet, who longed to walk and slide over them, to hold pebbes in toes, to crunch twigs and acorn caps, to squelch cold blades of grass together. I got a text then, from a friend, “I want to run naked through a feild of cilantro” and then my whole body started its caterwauling and boo hooing, and I felt as if I’d maybe started something I couldn’t contain, having given into the feet.
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Jan 14, 2012
Chapter 200 and 9 white kiwisHe asks for the knife and I don’t want to spar so I tell him: we made a slide out of it. We made gravy out of it. We turned it into a homeless shelter for banana’s displaced by the sandstorms in your bedroom. It’s a new language. It’s something see through now, something you might hold to the light in a long car ride. It’s an excuse to not listen. It’s what’s left after you’ve eaten all the cheese and there’s still a thousand crackers on the plate. It’s one click away from getting it done. It’s stuck in an old contract it signed when it was young and desperate. It’s high fashion. It’s remembering you on fire with hope like every ******* dawn.
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Jan 14, 2012
ClarityI want to be the girl tied and flung / aloft wildly / I want you at the other end of the rope
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Jan 14, 2012
Darcy on the cliffsI imagine Darcy on the cliffs, beyond which the sea, / his blonde hair, so now so very, in his eyes so that he has to tip / to see
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Jan 14, 2012
Dazzle Eventuous*for G* / of course to take you in my mouth, deeper still but more than that to / peel you from you, spine from wing, sated rind from hoof, dazzle eventuous from the rhurbarb
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Jan 14, 2012
Family Bedyou say boundary / Like we're in a B&B; / upholding the highest standards
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Jan 14, 2012
FoolLanguage is an ingredient / in a magnificent soup. / It is not the soup itself.
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Jan 14, 2012
Human AplombIf speaking does indeed / rob us of our fullest / human aplomb,
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Jan 14, 2012
Humpers tooI want my points / of entry into / states of wanton wide release grace to be
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Jan 14, 2012
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