Last night we finally got wind of the new greeting card. It sounded like shrimp head or lunch pail. But those are things of profound sadness and we decided to rename it, like houseboat or inscribed straggle. It now appears under your pillow like air pocket or willful sample of a lonely tooth. We suppose it is like wine wasted on the telephone. But we are similarly misled, and it is like the
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Finally You
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All life is like this afternoon on your young sandy face the weight of the stars the body tasting like snow a slipcover of communic...
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The narrator knowing the spinning of the world appeared to know that we’d been lacking a boyfriend on the rebound, a chance to memorialize o...
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This is the beach where the fiddler crabs first drew the outlines of their slanted homes among the eel grass. The beach where catapults were...
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I got a similar greeting card. It was postmarked late August from the land of unknown borders, two bird days south of a mountain range made of skin flakes and laundry lint. I called it Edgar, but I knew it was really named Queen Ilikilian’ea by the person who sent it. It wore the traditional colors (orange, brown and sun yellow) of the ancient dancers who first thought of giving over their bodies to the night spirits. Still, the card said blue and distance and scribble. It spoke a language I used to speak, but have started forgetting.
the love
the horse
your pain
you left
I didn't leave
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