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A thought Too good to forgetForgottenIts ghostTeasing at theEdges of memoryPlays peek-a-boo
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I rock him in the luxurious, unhurried way of a grandparent. I hold him close and feel his little hand explore my face. I nibble on his tiny fingers. We gaze at each other in the dim light that comes in from the hall. The rocking is slow and gentle. His breathing slows. His eyes…
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The pretty dog whimpers on his cotWhile the elder one paces in the darkThe man beside me snoresThe night sky ripplesIn an airplane’s roarI fail to conceive sleepMy mind will not stillAfraid my unattended heartWill cease to bearBefore my soul learns peace
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He standsAt the bathroom sinkNakedUnaware that From where sheSits on the bedShe can see himShe watches himHer skin warmingAt the sightHis unchiseled torsoMoving Toward and awayFrom the mirrorCarefully flossingShe knows Without seeing itWhat his face Looks likeAs he examinesThe reflectionOf his teethLooking forFood debrisHer gazeMoves down His bodySettles On his marbled assAnd her handsAnticipate The…
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She sells flowers Between cars Her feet ache And burn as The heat rises From the Asphalt Though her shoes She sells flowers Between cars Her hot face Glistens in the Sun Sweat stings Her eyes Under her Dirty Broad-rimmed Hat She sells flowers Between cars Her cracked lips Smile At drivers And passengers Who…
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My Tio and his Gringa Walk hand in hand Unfazed by the passage Of years And the accumulation Of ailments A handsome couple He in faded cargo pants His shirt delineating His slim figure A neatly trimmed White beard Accentuating the Darkness of his skin She in a flared shirt Of reds and oranges Perhaps…
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In the split second it took her body to propel through the windshield and her skull shatter on the pavement, splattering gray matter over the median, over the car she flew out of, even over other cars as they drove by, Eulalia thought more thoughts than she ever imagined possible to think in such a…
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Target opened on the outskirts of the north side of town. The good side of town. The store, unlike Kmart on the south side, could not be reached by bus. The brick facade with the red bull’s eye and shiny red-framed automatic doors loomed over the vast parking lot and could be seen from the…
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They called him John, not because that was his name, but because he looked like a John, in the same way they had once called their kid’s coach Mr. Dwarfman because he looked like a dwarf. They had no idea what John’s name was. When they saw John, they said “Hey”, or “What’s up?” being…
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