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I don't know.
I say this. As I go through
the motion.
Heavy. Tilting. Leaning over
with limbs that feel leaden and
every
thing feels
locked be..
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She longs for
his attention.
His hands. His mouth.
His everything pressing
with what is hard, and
unyielding, where she is
soft curve,
and oce..
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Red Door
She was lying on the couch when it struck her . . . staring at the terra cotta pots, which were mottled, the..
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Fourth Floor Thunder
07.24.08
in their dimly lit
section of
building (four walls,
a bed slept in by strangers,
a TV—staring blankly, ref..
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Empty Rooms
09.27.08
She was so much sadder than
we knew in her black socks,
with a shock of pink and
white irises;
with her sweater, the col..
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