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in the long spacesof stillnessand quietthat follow awakeningsolitude slowlyturns into lonelinessas stray memoriesof a past lifeof quick kisses hello and good-byeof simple week-night meals shared with a long-time loverof small snotty noses in winterflutter in thenear conscious mind
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A plastics manEngaged in a missionOf perfecting bodiesWith injected chemicalsWith skin stretchingAnd skin cuttingWith skillful Discrete suturingA man now stilled by deathUn-embalmedBlood pooling at his calfsHis buttocksHis backBlackening the back Of his fair skinHe lies in a wicker basketWrapped in linnenAnd covered in dirtAwaiting the invasion Of wormsThat will help himBecome soil
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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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