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Today a man on the street called me “beautiful.” Yesterday a man on the street called me a “No..

Have you walked through drizzle in a foreign town In the eye of the storm? They watch you through their wind..

We didn’t exchange explanations he never Liked explanations he used to kiss me before I finished Speaki..

For a time I thought it was a sin to be mortal To greet the world and leave it If I weren't a claustrophobe..

He had a young man’s body and a young man’s hair but a face Painted like a clown’s he crooned H..

I pity the rose for its color How often it must be mistaken For a communist! And that’s the worst th..

She thought she was somewhere underneath the Brooklyn Bridge near Montague St.; she was on Wall Street. Every time ..

I was on the A train pitying the car on the parallel track for the mariachi band it carried: Three full-gro..

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