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In a park where children have stopped playing, / where I have to lie down with you soon. / I’ll see what you’ve tied to your loneliness, / with…
I discover them throughout my home, / in the cracks of the tile, / where hardwood meets baseboard, / in the shadows of furniture, / where…
When she was sure that only drowning men could see her / she smiled. And I, the last sailor floundering in her wake, / enfolded in the vigil of…
It is as if my mind were an ear and with the thought of you / an adagio, heavy as blue and warm as the rain drifts in. / Gently and slowly / …
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Rice without the sticky, / magic beans with no fo fum, / the fortune cookie that reveals: “You like Chinese food.” / / Lying like a fish, / …
Seymour is still tuning in Tokyo. / / He turns the brassy locks / that stay his armored door, / each one easing out their last two cents: / …
He cometh beruffled ungliding / with swerve mathmythic eyes. / As oily as a hyphen / and soft-shod as a spy. / / But sudden with a powder…
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