The Burning of Paper
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The water is too cold but I don’t care: It’s here, and I’m here and this? Home, again.

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I don’t know why the waves crash down repeatedly and in their rhythms I hear Mary J singing Peace I’m here to make Peace Because all I know is intimidation and the crowd and the mixing and I hate both I just want to let the sun glare at me and cuddle with the idea [...]

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I try to hold you but you always slip away So I pick at my fingers bide my time Until I can fruitlessly grab again.

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In some universe the man is sleeping, not splattered on the wall I know some people – they would agree: It might have been better to just shoot instead of all that gas Israel you have become The Evolution of Genocide

But I was afraid to ask. I was afraid they would reject the premise of my query To go away, just fucking go away. I know that I must hold them with tenderness That I must hold this body with love That there is a long list of things That I must do. I kept [...]

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This is the tale of the girl who had voices in her head. And they told her things like: you must only be what we have created. You are the disastrous choices you have made. You are not supposed to love that person; he has ambition The voices say: sacrifice here. And: sacrifice again. Please [...]

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I have to admit to missing it – my neck, even though it is still there

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The smitten are the lucky ones who dream of all possibilities we try to wake them up and they merely smile in their sleep.