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HERE IS THE PLACE that is most comfortable. I raised her wrong. There she is on TV. What a pill I used to be thin like that. She has a pair she was born. She thinks she’s the height On My route, the man who lives out east religiously. That’s my girl, I say. Isn’t she I e-mailed her today and she wrote me right back. her father. What love we had. She doesn’t remember when I was not a mother.
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HERE IS THE PLACE I ride. I am a young 29. I am an engineer. Not the kind you’re thinking, With a cigarette’s orange tip Waiting it out as we sat at the crossing, Who is on that train? Does it need anyone to drive it really? The upholstery carving
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HERE IS THE PLACE, a stone table at a rest stop. It is very hot. The landscaping is neatness, the trees
are I have been here for two hours, the sign at the stone base of the table. The cold water have toothpaste. On the sign I wrote the word The girl who sits in her air conditioned car she is awake. She reads the sign. She tries to close The sign is not for her it is for me and the dogs.
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HERE IS THE PLACE you have asked about. It isn’t much but it’s home. Hear the street sweeper? In the early hours of the morning cheese? Some whiskey? I am not hungry but I’ll takes him many places. He is so young. I am not his only one. He is not mine either is the church of St. Paul. People without homes In the earliest hours I lie awake. Voices echo I think about its large greenness and its brushes. |