Wing-Man

15Mar07

Being Leif’s wing-man last night meant entertaining and laying the friend of the girl he was working on. Other nights it meant simply ducking out as his potential sex illuminated, as the night became warm and bright. But as it happened, as it always happens when I’m out with him, the girls were [...]

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t⇒∞

09Mar07

Yesterday your voice came over the unwired space between us
and met (after bouncing from rectangles in towers
as fast as tiny light between leaves) my simple ears
and there sitting before the Hirshhorn’s panorama
of gray buildings and the graying sky and white steam rising:
the arc of your attention met me: an uncertain voice at first
becoming more [...]

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The Walls Were Bracing Silently The Ceiling

08Mar07

We thought most of the day about the color
thinking a green could make the ceiling
float up through the attic         past
the birds making nests in the walls
past the things that were broken
but carefully boxed up and taped.
In indecision you bought masking tape
and tarps for the floor         [...]

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