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sarah-moseleyWhisper

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How to Appear ProfessionalIf morning was / too brief to trim / those pine tree prickles
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The Smitten GameA striped field on the screen. / Late Sunday afternoon-- / preaching your adored game.
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TimeThe mortals twiddle their thumbs, they / entertain fickle thoughts. Eyes / are fixed to electronics as they wait
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AsiaGazing through this / telescope window, no more than / five floors above the street.
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April 20, 1999: Investigation PhotosA graveyard makes a small nest / in the stairwell. Three mannequins / dressed in gore, laying side by side.
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Head of HouseWooley legs elevated / his remote at hand, / servants at beckon call.
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Breadholy pages, / ancient medicine- / a soul spotted
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StillWhat to do at 3:45am / when sleep cannot be found? / It's you, a couch and a sleeping bag.
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"If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself, tell yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches, for to the creator there is no poverty and no poor indifferent place" -Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

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