We’re on our own
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We’re on our own Looking back, here’s where our roads clashed Here they intersected, here they cut or crashed Seriously ill, the strongest thing he’d take was aspirin because if he took the opium they offered, he couldn’t think It’s the littlest things, the serendipities, the desired, the inscrutable yearnings We act like dilettantes sometimes, flower to flower, like bees
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The first woman I made love to, Carol, studied dance She taught me that the more I turned her on the more turned on I’d be She was serious about dance but didn’t have that ultimate it in her— not enough uncanny, not enough wild technical savvy She couldn’t let her wondrous interior grace, her intimate animal fires, dance
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The forces that draw us toward and away from one another, are much stronger than us The hidden qualities the unique voids, the fiery ardors, the salient, valiant connections The physical trainer with her gray haired balding client is happy enough but in brief moments looks like she’d rather be anywhere but here
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When she hums to herself Grandma hears the orchestra and her young voice gorgeous in its articulated, classical French “Fucking sonofabitch—bad reference? Not only did he give you a bad reference, he fucking called back ten minutes later to bad mouth you again— fucking sonofabitch!” Grandma always took the leftover restaurant rolls “for later” she said Raised in the depression, she knew hunger and didn’t forget
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I thought I saw my dear, late friend Patricia walk towards me— her sophistication, intelligence, the lightness of her gait; but the woman who approached didn’t actually resemble her Yes, the same shy vivacity but Pat wasn’t blond— her pale skin and similar gait though— So, what if it had been her, would I be happy to see her again? Then I thought “yes I would” Though we never did connect I’d be glad to see you again
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Mom spent a lot, but she made a lot, just like me Rachel, remember when you and I fed the pigeons in Venice? We drank beer and fed them crackers Good times for us like these Grandma, whatever else, surely knew how to sing Serious, focused, disciplined and optimistic we all, depending on our sect, have our ingrained visions of success Together and apart— hopeful, animated, unique
-December 26, 2015-