| 2/29/2008
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six hours later the skein of acrylic yarn becomes an ocean |
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| 2/28/2008
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I took bee pollen sat in the sun, watched the dog realized the time |
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| 2/26/2008
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this horse was talking about habitat and bars in my winter dream |
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| 2/25/2008
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Cameron Diaz' Breasts squirm in satiny confines netted jelly fish |
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| 2/24/2008
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the V-day bouquet of carnations and roses is wilting to dry |
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| 2/23/2008
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the sound of a saw wakes me and I look to see an old tree is gone |
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| 2/22/2008
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status is normal except she's moving away and I will miss her |
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| 2/21/2008
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smell of broiled meat two men drinking iced vodka a dim cabin light |
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| 2/19/2008
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we sit at tables drink bottles of greasy wine and talk about men |
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| 2/18/2008
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embrace of a snake round two hundred twenty pounds living like a boy |
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| 2/17/2008
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telephone blinking a call you didn't pick up who could it be now |
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| 2/16/2008
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line around the block they all come here to forget lives lived through others |
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| 2/15/2008
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Marilyn Monroe had elegant and dividing crows feet at her eyes |
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| 2/14/2008
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mother picks my lice snaps them between her thumb nails a satisfied pop |
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| 2/13/2008
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she rings metal bells little bronze colored clappers in time to music |
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| 2/11/2008
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electric guitars like an old foggy mirror mullet fantasia |
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we said we'd drive there it was warmish and sunny but we watched TV |
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| 2/10/2008
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Anna writes poems tan and green wallpaper shreds a hand bound journal |
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| 2/09/2008
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she starts the car late four a.m. crunching the road and she must hurry |
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| 2/08/2008
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they say film is dead if women were in star roles perhaps film would live |
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| 2/07/2008
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dreamt of all the books in old Alexandria never caught fire |
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| 2/06/2008
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they share a wood stool two women in wig and dress sisters now as fools |
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| 2/05/2008
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you've been awarded an email that pays you cash and you do nothing |
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| 2/04/2008
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she arches her back says, My bacon is achin' someone give a scratch |
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| 2/03/2008
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throat dry as menu magnetized to a fridge door in a tidy house |
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| 2/02/2008
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quinn raises her hands swivels her hips in knit dress he likes to watch her |
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| 2/01/2008
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the bra straps come off the weight of expectation one then the other |
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