Apprehended and held without trial,
our friend was sentenced:
brain tumor, malignant.
Condemned each day to wake
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We remember the rabbit when we see
the duck, but we cannot experience
both at the same time
...
1
FAT
is the soul of this flesh.
Eat with your hands, slow, you will understand
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"Make flour into dough," she answers,
"and fire will turn it into food.
Ash is the final abstraction of matter.
You can just brush it away."
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On the crown of his head
where the fontanelle pulsed
between spongy bones,
a bald spot is forming, globed and sleek
as a monk's tonsure.
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My mother said what she thought.
If my father looked up from the paper
to inquire, sotto voce,
where the hell anyone would get such a dumb idea,
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for my father
You and I used to talk about
Lear and his girls
(I read it in school,
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There was a ghost at our wedding,
the caterer's son,
who drowned that day.
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1
We speak too fast.
The child sits at our table, waiting
his turn. The clock
points a sharp finger. The daily
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