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history notesWhen the heart looks more like an arrowhead, what manner of love is this? Would you find it lying cold after a billion sprinting suns had warmed virgin faces, six-feet under & sinking? Will some red- faced warrior, blushing bride or native in the nude, lip the thing and bite it with her teeth to check for gold? Palm-up and parallel,history notes
these pale-faced unpaid prostitutes pawn precious pearls for pennies, but when you find this treaty (I beg you), oh!, make of it a skipping stone, a sold rock, a stalwart prayer, a pocketed pretty, a lovely lamp of life hung ‘
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tell meTell me about San Francisco.tell me
Houses in Euclidean formation: geometric playground. Blues belching like cyanosis from the mortar. Any map a copy- and-paste asterism sprawling nail-polish toes on tweed sofa. Everyone with mouths spewing kerosene, free love, coffee grinds. Some blithe high-rise tied to every hip. Fugue roiling on the crest of ea
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ClayA day of baking in the sun and I can already feel the dust in the back of my mouth like a quiet, violent thing. In my mind: plums drop, white fences grow from grass, missing children are found hiding in clouds. Georgia O'Keeffe pens a labial instruction manual and reads my future with a cast of knuckle bones.Clay
The stuff is like skin and when dry, elephantine. I keep checking the folds for ivory, or a strand of lion's mane. The instructor - tied to the tracks in a flowerprint dress - leaned over the body today and performed the autopsy quickly. I could imagine her fingers on a piano or quilted in a maze of yarn (yellow strands for
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curb-sitters.i ask her what she wants to be when she grows up and she tells me she already has, so i say no, what do you want to be when you grow up and she says an octopus, an eight-legged creature of the deep. solitary, strong.curb-sitters.
i tell her that's the kind of answer a child would give but she tilts her head and smiles and tells me that if she hasn't grown up already, she must still be a child.
i admit, my long-legged gloss-toned friend has a point, but then i also tell her she's a smart ass, because she is. i change the subject. i say let's look at the moon and she pulls her face and tells me she would rathe
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And it will take this life of regret for my heart to learn to forget, and tomorrow will be as it always has been. . .for I know I've come too close. If right is leaving, I'd rather be wrong.Trading Yesterday, 'She Is the Sunlight'
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And it will take this life of regret for my heart to learn to forget, and tomorrow will be as it always has been. . .for I know I've come too close. If right is leaving, I'd rather be wrong.Trading Yesterday, 'She Is the Sunlight'
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