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If you think about the things that never would have happened had you never entered that door the mind buckles the brain bleeds. You would live elsewhere You wouldn’t work there. The people you know the people you love the … Continue reading →

Don’t make too much of this. It’s not a big deal. Don’t call attention to it lest you scare it away. This thing that we’d best not speak of is like a wary fawn that it’s safest we avoid contact … Continue reading →

 It was a lame game I got into for a bad reason and I regret it – not for the bad reason – which was a good reason to regret it – probably a better reason to regret it, … Continue reading →

You can’t stop thinking about it, can you? Not after all this time. It’s been years but still it rustles your bunyons – or some other phrase that makes a little bit more sense. She was out to get you, … Continue reading →

There are different ways to die, of course, whether willingly or on accident. You could have placed that sweaty soap on the ground for just that purpose, a less-hilarious banana-peel tick-tocking its way to time-bomb effectiveness. You could take pills … Continue reading →

If you knew what I thought of you how I felt what you meant it wouldn’t have mattered for you would have been too much for me even if I was ever brave enough to tell you. You were too … Continue reading →

It’s easier to assume that every word you ever wrote has ever been always ever written about me. If I just make that a blanket belief it takes the issue of ego out of of every relentless debate wondering if … Continue reading →

Oh Marni, of the big boobs and the spiky hair from my favorite cafe in the village, if we were to collect all the poems I failed to write about you thanks to my own self-censor and pile them into … Continue reading →

I wrote a poem yesterday and today thought “How nice. Perhaps I shall do it again!” Once, there was a day when that was not a rare thing to say. I’d not have bothered to utter the words so obvious … Continue reading →

Somewhere in Philadelphiathere are scratched your initials on a street corner (though it’s really in the middle of the sidewalk where I etched them). It was years and years ago when we were young and I was full of vigor … Continue reading →