Upon their faces
marks of worry
of weather
a simpering parsimony of words
In her face
the confidence of sexual power
(or only a mirage of
sexual power—
for there is too much
coy questioning about it
do you like me
my clothes, my hair?)
And this
still within
the formality of marriage,
the rude intimacy of it.
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my beautiful baby
It has been a year. Some days it feels like yesterday, some days it feels like a distant dream of love. There have been tears every day...
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Friends and old neighbors shutting it down in honor of John Crawford. _
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At had us pose for this pic up at Aunt R's place on Lake Huron so he could put it up in his dorm. "Don't tur... -
I have the feeling that I’m going to succumb to the season and put out a list of resolutions soon. Just wanted to establish this heads up th...
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