November 2009
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After returning home full & happy Thanksgiving night, I went bumbling down the streets in search of toothpaste. What a day to run empty of such a thing: 24-hour groceries closed, corner stores closed, everywhere I went dark & shuttered. But above me all along the way, four or five stories in each direction, the windows were lit up w/faces, clanking tableware, & the unmistakable song of...
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Atlas in his Youth
You are walking along a beach by the ocean, singing a song voiced perfectly in your head & in your heart but your sunburnt lips aren’t moving. The light sparkles like gunpowder on November waves, & you cannot touch them at all. You try. Try again. You tried.
See these people? Holding hands, opening bags, flying kites, kissing eyes. They are not your friends. They...
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