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I eat meat because
it’s Texas. Tender steak like
beef cotton candy.
We all complain there’s
no place to plug in. One by
one, our laptops die.
When you’re in a long
meeting, now you have two things
to look at while bored.
Slanting through speckled
panes, turning cobwebs into
faerie gossamer.
Muddy quads, walls bare
of ivy still inspire awe.
Can we get in?
Ph.D.s waitress
here, M.A.s babysit, ’cause
no one wants to leave.
Hills like cut paper
black against tissue blue skies.
Through poked holes, stars shine.
on another blog
gross comment deposited
like defecation
haven’t found me yet
they lurk like dirty water
under dark bridges
Now that the snow is
gone, her neglected garden
pokes up stalks of loss.
While I throw pennies
into a coin jar, Bear Stearns
gets a big bailout.
Alan Dershowitz
said about prostitution
the lie men believe.
Unaware of her
beauty, unselfconsciousness
gives each movement grace.
Heating system dust -
particles of previous
occupants’ lives, selves.
Hats, gloves, put away
in optimism return
for winter’s last gasp.
Bergamot infused
leaves unfurl comfort. Problems
dissipate like steam.
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