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More James Dean"Sitting in the dark, pretending to be all alone again?" Faith asks me, dropping her purse at the front door and kicking off her sandals under the mail table. I get the trademark frown from her and the hands on the waist, representing defiance, but I find the stance incredibly attractive as it accentuates her hips. "I am alone," I state the fact. "But you've got more friends than God," she says while grabbing a beer from the fridge. She turns on a light in the kitchen and foyer on her way to the desk where I am sitting. "I don't understand why you do this to yourself. You could be at five difMore James Dean
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RacineI crack another bottle of rum and give the letter another shot.Racine
Dear Racine,
I am sorry. I’m sorry for the things I’ve said, the things I’ve done. I am sorry for the courses life events have taken, though we both know I have no control over those. I am sorry for winding up where I am; just like everybody else. Boring. Slowly dying and not even paying attention to it.
But we know what I am really saying. I am most sorry for the things I have not said, the things I have not done. The courses I chose not to tak
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A Casual FuneralA plane home, holding it together like winter in June, a passed away friend’s dry groundA Casual Funeral
hard to find as any
from a mile up, or only six feet away.
No cocktails, no Dramamine,
I’ll sick and seizure just the same; my manual is made of liquid, fragile as a prayer recited in slumber at the luggage station,
where a conveyer lets go, go, go
until the rollers break; until the rubber throws up its hands in split hair strands, and finally says “no.”
A plain home,
holding it together like a dese
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CircumventionRip a spoke from your routine, dip it inCircumvention
your heart and ink, siphon words that hibernate between morning drives and rush hour eyes searching tinted glass in front and behind for
someone, anyone, to show a sign of life.
It was lost somewhere in conditioned air and squares of quasi- privacy, a circulatory thump of hardening arteries and congested highways all dead-ending in logoff screens and red lights.
Sit. Wait. Sigh as you bleed the tanks and wells dry.
It’s whiplash, all pumps and stops,
and I WANT A SIGN. Not in front or behind but besid
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Breaking entering
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