I skim sadness like fat off the surface
of cooling soup. Don't care about
metaphor but wish it would arrive
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At home, the bells were a high light-yellow
with no silver or gray just buttercup or sugar-and-lemon.
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When we made love you had
the dense body of a Doberman
and the square head of a Rottweiler.
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The other day Matt Rohrer said,
the next time you feel yourself going dark
in a poem, just don't, and see what happens.
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how the s changes passersby
inside like a fetus makes mother what was
woman
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Spring is not so very promising as it is the thing
that looking back was fire, promising:
ignition, aspiration; it was not under my thumb.
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and I'd like to get naked and into bed and be hot radiating heat from the inside these sweaters and fleeceys do nothing to keep out the out or keep my vitals in—some drafty body I've got leaking in and out in all directions I'd
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