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"I will celebrate / you, in your own skin / ashy, powder-dusted / textured, fragile skin"
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" ... whose voices were singing / in the back of your mind, far & away /on a sweltering late summer night in / Tupelo?"
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"Wait! Where was I? / (Distracted) / Right. / About to give you what I owe you."
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"I’m afraid of what you will say, what days succeeding / without number will reveal"
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"On the second day, I got laid off from work and dreamt of pounding my fist on the pump of a Purrell bottle."
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"She swishes sand, leaving wing-shaped tracks, / & on her back, carries a detailed / topographic map ..."
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Fear anew the heat of the sun; it burns / the air like high noon in a prison yard.
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"Maybe we’re cut too deep / for mending. Maybe we should try imploding like the Stardust"
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"Beside you great rolls of yet more foliage / Their vibrancy is a reminder of your inadequacy."
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Little librarian lady, last time I saw you / You stamped my book at circulation: / The Stoic Philosophy of Seneca.