You are asleep. The ward is quiet so I slip into your room disguised as a brain surgeon. I take your pulse. We sip the stale water. I take your pulse. This is why I write to you, this is how I began to love you: I saw you on television. I enjoyed your lecture…
My uncle had a birthmark a liver colored flame on his face. Who knows where that came from. I remember one photograph from 40’s Hollywood, my uncle Leo Carillo and a woman who was not my aunt for long and who was not the English Duchess my uncle could have married during the war. The…
oh! lucky girl! when you go home all the little boys will want to pull your pants off see your new U.S. steel legs shine
it’s lonely in here loneliness is hard it’s frightening to think one might always be alone. One be alone forever there are the window sounds wall sounds neighbors how can we be close together and not in one another’s arms? the lucky people who have found lovers grow spoiled & demanding
Just as I was about to call your name The phone rang And since I was alone I knew it must At last be you I thought: the times are trying to change us Into trees in the valley of the shadow of joy But all the blessings which flow from memories of you Seem…
The boy sat down next to them without being asked by Mrs. Tollerson to do so. He had on a black nylon bathing suit that was too tight, and his face was so tanned it almost covered up some pimples Mr. Tollerson spotted next to his nose. But his legs were white above the knee,…
The painter Alex Alexander was sitting in his tower studio in the old Hall of the Arts watching the A.M.'s slow progress toward a January high noon, and the students below more slowly trudging off toward enlightenment, when they brought him the message that his dealer had called from New York. "You're made, Alex!" Philbert…
I In learning a foreign language Leave a red mark by each word You look up in the dictionary When you look up a word And find a red mark by it Cut off one joint of your finger With the dullest possible knife II In mathematics try to remember That the answer is always…
(for Jane) “I fly to my dreams from my bed at night” sauntered Jane/ through a conversation. I the wind, the scarf of a trailing sky swoop on the figure appearing as a calander wearing its months back to front, while the weeks dropped out with the days listening to the song that the birds…
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