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Among Carptenter Bees You don’t sting me, I don’t kill you. We make a pact, and suddenly this buzzing around my head sounds like rain in the trees, spring creeks running fast, the muffled hum of secret sex, or those…
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Love at Rest Love went down to wrestle death. Now resting in the current, love at best feels more like like. A certain hue of pre-dawn light, cobalt through an icy window, I could say I somewhat like, almost call…
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The Little Flame Because we like pretending, I lash your slender wrists to the thick upper bed posts, and your feet to the bottom. Your boyfriend is watching from his photo on the dresser, and when you beg, please, sir,…
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Then Once I made love to a woman with child. In my attic now, I find a photo of her just starting to show, she and her unborn shortly to die in a motorcycle accident. But how could I have…
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Sleeping Around on the Woman Within Eventually the woman comes along who snubs you for someone younger. But it doesn’t bend you out of shape. He’s half the man you are, you think, and who understands personal taste. Plus on…
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The Reptilian Part The end begins as a shiver, a flutter, a twitch, a summer cold, a bump on a tire, a silent stroke in the reptilian brain, an affair with not much beneath it. It’s almost nothing to notice,…
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