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It
was just one of those days.
Finding
yourself in the back booth
at
the old corner café,
reading
the weather report
in
a ..
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Having
forgotten what it felt like
To
fall in love, I thought it easier
To
respond with a tiny “yes” than
To
tear apart the f..
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Sometimes
I pull on stray cats’ tails
until
they get annoyed and either bite my wrists
or
flee around the corner drugstore, chirping
..
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I
fell in love once, long ago,
thinking
that it was everything -
I
had one shot at this phenomenon,
kissing
her slowly on the forehead,
..
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When
I fell asleep next to you,
promising
to write you a poem about the stars,
I
did not realize that the only things
that
might come to ..
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Is
there nothing so sad
as
the tears of a mother?
The
woman who, regardless,
stands
at the sink
washing
dinner dishes:
the..
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Glossy through your white lace drapes
it ignites the tips of shadowy pines,
candelabra on the narrow kitchen table.
There’s only ro..
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Never, they say, and I concede,because no one ever botheredto put always in my vocabulary,and I couldn’t muster the strengthto find it buried in..
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I
came upon a bright white canvas
in
the alley dumpster behind my house.
Someone
had left it there to dissolve
in
the rain, two black..
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An aging couple struggles with their deteriorating marriage in the face of loss and conflicting philosophies of grief while traveling through the outs..
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