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DUNCE
There's a little boy in the corner of my brain with his nose against the wall.
Four big letters spell out down the front of his cone-shaped hat.
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The Night Beach
You are lying on wet sand. You look down.
The coarse, damp grains cling to your fingers.
They look ghostly white in the black sunlight.
The sky is completely devoid of light,
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Isle Requiem
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Everything Waits
CHAPTER I
I’ve been drowning for many, many years. Down and down I sink, reaching forever and ever upward only to find fistful after fistful of water.
Loves
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Where I’m From
I am from coffee beans,
from bitter brews and cracked porcelain mugs.
I am from the steamed soy eggs,
the scent that clings to mornings
like an old, Chinese dwelling.
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second snow
this isn't the first snow - it isn't
the one we spent at the bus stop together, sharing
hand warmers and wishes for the bus to come,
which, eventually, it did
melting the frosty road beneath it
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