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Her mask is made of wet papier-mâché,
and every day she laughs at us,
her half-dead people:
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So
here comes the knocking at my door again.
I
wonder if I can ask
for
a little respite, how it woul..
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The diner stands a hundred yards away,
a graveyard decked in vinyl, red and gold.
Though now it squats, amas..
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for
Layla Ghandour
As red and round as hot glass
but sweeter than menthe leaves
and cinnamon,
swe..
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This
is how shadows grow,
with
the sunlight through the window,
layered
across the mint green carpet
i..
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A
flaw in the record
has
immortalized a nine second strain
of
Benny Goodman, swingtime jazz.
The
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This
is how the joke begins:
your
father lies dead on an operating table.
The
nurses and the doctors..
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And the day becomes chimerical �"
dusk arrives with the snap of a
guitar string,
the quick sti..
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