December 2011
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I return
to be lost in you—-a planet of ocean,
and I am a buoy
that...
– Jon Sans
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I dug and dug night and day on your grave and rebuilt you. I raised your breasts for the dust, the mouth I adored from its ashes, reconstructed your arms and your legs and your eyes, your hair of twisted metal and I gave you life… And that, my love, is just the way they rebuilt Warsaw… Now you can understand how love built the avenues, made the moon sing in the gardens.
—Pablo...
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THINGS TO DO
Clean my desk.
Look out the window forever…
Get up in the morning and brush my hair. Just brush my hair.
Get up in the morning and then go back to sleep, pull her close to me, fall down into the warm sea of her breath. It’s true, it is that deep…
Listen to the radio, any station and weep at the miracle of language, drink my tea, and agree with it all…
Buy an alarm clock that...
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