It is broken. Does it require of me that I buy a new spacer kit? What if I counter-offer with a brand new ball assembly?
The right answer ran between the left guard and the left tackle, to the house.
I am from Illinois but I live in Missouri. This does not make me anxious. I do not spend an hour a day imagining the explanations I will offer as justification when someone asks me, "What are you doing here?" Or says, in the pejorative, "Go back to your Land of Lincoln..."
The windows the
windows. I’m tired of
being the next
great poet you’ve never heard of.
Really,
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Cleansing begins with the
eyes closed
vanquish
and thoughts of
her.
A cave
an underground stream
pure and cold
making slick
the heft
of vague & ageless rocks.
Who was this woman
Betty Cave:
(A) minor poet
(B) darts champion
(C) president’s wife, or
(D) the first American shaman
The sound of wind chimes
is air’s soliloquy
Pine needles fall
and bring to ground green fragrance
In her clinics by the brook
no one sleeps alone.
Not she
not Elizabeth Taylor
Not Kurt Cobain
nor any of the other
27 suicides.
In the morning it is
pecan waffles
with falls of syrup
(world’s highest)
Coffee is OK
In her words, “Permissible.”
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she signs the executive order
of waking, satisfied for us all.
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