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stories about things

…and
once your mistakes are considered
sins
you’ll be free(r)
to(o)
suffer    …in your room full of laughter



I’m thinking
and the trouble is
I’m not infinite
lust of…
up all night
with you
darkest hour before nude
…and taste right here
right now…
this imagination
monthly and week—
                                           ly



flesh and blood pulls where he feels
sensations of violence

if these movements are recounted
before his death

how there should be rosebushes
elsewhere    besides

where rosebushes grow
your mouth always

sinks

these cities

blush

across the back of his head
your hand

…and I remember a dozen songs
which remind us of silence
Posted 01/17/13
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