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• tomorrow is an assumption.

  December 11, 2007

  here,surrounded on all sides by thecallousness and sterility,the white harsh of the flourescent light,breathing in this air thathas all the life bleached out of it,listening carefully-so carefully,delicate and terrified-to the mechanized beeps that echo and tell meyes, your heartis still beating ...

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• tequila sunset.

  July 25, 2007

  you, stretched out on the dirty bank of the river all afternoon spent pulling me through the weeds and scattered glass, laughing when i stumbled. the city wilted under the weight of the heat, a grey haze hanging above the jagged silhouettes of the towers. you pulled off your sticky shirt, i carri...

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• denouement.

  March 6, 2007

  i think of you less and less, mostly in terms of "was" and "then," in that little grey room, grey walls cement floor our crumpled clothes and bare skin the only pause in the monochrome, i am throwing open the window to greet the harsh city morning; replaying on the backs of open eyelids the…

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• somebody else’s clothes.

  January 23, 2007

  you knowi'm not built for the cold, islink through winter withnumb fingers, waiting watchingand giving in to the first warmbreeze i find- i'd head southbut i know i'd miss the trees.your letters are stacked on the table, unread;this morning i spilled the coffee and let the ink run.what i mean is,...

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• valencia.

  November 24, 2006

  "in old notebooks i found scrawls of poems about her and was shocked to learn that she hadn't been enough either, at least not while she was there. later the sky was full of her, a pagan force that energized the world around me, everything was her. but back when she was just a girl,…

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• i know i know i know

  November 24, 2006

  scene one opens i am watching the fog roll down the road creeping in and smothering the ground with its thickness leaving little wisps of white ghosts hanging in the bare branches of the trees wine from the thick green bottle at my feet is heavy reassurance in my hand leaving my lips numb and&hel...

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• you can’t miss

  November 15, 2006

  there are timeswhen i lose metaphor completely-when words bow out and alli've got is this knowledgeabsolutethat the curve of your backagainst the open windowframematches exactly the ragged inhale of my breath;when "like" or "as" is not asubstitute for shouldor shouldn'tand your nearness locks my ...

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• manhole.

  October 1, 2006

  i could have left you in the blur of my periphery, blending in with the greens and browns and greys there, i could have let my feet carry me on; could have ignored the creeping burning blush that grew like ivy on my chest, the blotches blooming like scarlet letters under my collar when i…

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• monday, monday.

  September 17, 2006

  the rain is still pouring when i drag myself out of your bed in the early dark hours of the morning; over my shoulder you don't make a sound as i slip out the door. i'm steering myself home my fingers cold and stiff on the wheel- the rain's stirred up layers of summer-baked oil…

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