Jesse Weiner

she often spoke of suicide, wordlessly.
did I see scarred wrists or imagine them?
of whose suicide did she speak?
her eyes, I saw them, told a kind of truth
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last night, the moon was full
and the bridges were lit. you
were out scavenging, as usual,
under bridges and beneath the moon.
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in perspective, parallel lines appear
to converge, distant objects appear to
be smaller, closer objects are more distinct.
in linear perspective, things disappear.
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she never thought
that I might know a
woman's way to
love in silence,
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in the produce section at waldbaum's, by
the avocados, I asked her, do these
feel right to you? she screamed
'I know what you're thinking! '
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the book was lost, it was
a good book, a poetry
book. one I hated to
lose. I wanted to find
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we live on an island fringed
with bridges, steel
things connecting us to other
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the future ain't what it used to be,
it seems like the past coming back again,
like an open book, a dime store novel, a new mistake.
the Dodgers are leaving Brooklyn, O'Malley said,
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go ahead and ask, I answer all questions, don't answer those
questions, I stand naked instead and offer my list of
adjectives
my favorite color is yellow, best movie is, last book read and here
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I didn't want to talk about birthdays,
they're no comfort to me anymore,
they bring me things like
atom bombs and electric chairs,
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