James Thomas Miller Biography

What do you buy for those cypress-still afternoons
when her neck chromes with sweat and she nurses
a plastic cup of scotch as "I'll Come Running"
melts across the honey-thick light of her porch
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For three years we perfected vanishing in
the doorways of friends, sexy as two blue lips.
Lovely Laura‚ voice waned bottleneck slide‚
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No easy choices or peripheral vision‚ really‚
conversations begin and end on a leer
cleft with trilled penny whistle‚ mule whips‚
a disembodied chorus chanting tee-yah
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The day is past, the sun is set,
And the white stars are in the sky;
While the long grass with dew is wet,
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