poetry
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helpless to understand her dripping wet hair cast again salmon short shorts dipping sweets into coffee arhythmic now one cheek lips the seat of her chair like a slick, shimmering thing fighting back toward the sea her feet form and terror in flats, arc gently lifting the spirit reaches out across formica, bulk tile, thoughtless…
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a partial loss of grace [draft]
everything but her perfect breasts obscured by the city skyline man’s promise venial, finger-licking ultraviolent, genial …
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“Proof that cinema is 50 years behind all other arts,” [draft]
The brain function! each line flirting dangerously close to each above suburban new jersey tan sandy sandals skin cement The patterns repeating! another handsome man illuminates his jaw foreground becomes background the first assistant cameraman earns his sleep and Fellini’s big toe is bleeding again On the third re-write: “Terrible! …
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keep yr both heels lifted high above yr head work is, we’re all sure, a poor excuse for rules mercy pockets burglar tools but stalks from door to door hopeful wields a rented ford and searches for a little more in spite of the police reports neither will be seen or caught.
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Lenny Bruce Tattoo I, v6 [082520122014]
time fogs a feather in her handwriting falls faintly beneath the steam on the surface of the mirror … covalent glyphs dribble down my chin the first time i hear her, the look in her eyes sun swirling across pepperbright skin … “what do you mean he kissed a leper? “what’s the point in that? you…
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sense memory no. 1 [revision, 082320121822]
suddenly the sweetness of some fruit i can’t recall memory’s maw models some flowery drupe, not a mango spread across a lisp thin wheat its saccharine spear implacable i heave on repeat, breathe in hopes of dislodging the pneumonic of seeds, split spit and juice — an unmistaken but missing flame [for Matthew Rohrer, 062120121546]
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sense memory no. 1 [revision, 082120121512]
suddenly the sweetness of some fruit i can’t recall memory’s maw models some flowery drupe, a mango spread across a lisp thin wheat the saccharine spear implacable i heave on repeat, breathe in hopes of dislodging the pneumonic of seeds, split and juice — an unmistaken missing flame [for Matthew Rohrer, 062120121546]
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Interrobang — Page 11, Line 11, Part 1
So many lovers loved built up into careful bedside stacks — which to read first, which to repeat “According to what has ended up inside it,” Kim said. What and why, indeed? When the cushions call who can resist? Clever, diabolical, it’s a reaction, always to you, forgive me “I reacted subjectively, assuming they wanted me…
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Breathless and Sweaty Here on the Sidelines
Adam, is this a printing error? Had McSweeney’s beard-wild intern left notes in the galley? A literary rabbit? A muzzle flash? A clue; smoky fingerprints — whose? — left marginal? An entropy? Oh, I see!This affect-italicized ho-hum — pop, pop, pop Playing volleyball with her quote.
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