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| Mixology | |
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| [the cocktail hour finally arrives: whether ending a day at the office] | |
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| [this is what you love: more people. you remember] | |
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| [he would care for me as a stranger: courtesy clerk. so quick] | |
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| [writing for a young man on the redline train: "to his boy mistress"] | |
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| [in the elegant days of downtown: we sunned on the porch] | |
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| [gardenhose dilated with rain: a puff adder] | |
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| [winter moon summer moon budding moon barley moon] | |
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| [a happiest harbinger to you: here spring] | |
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| [chapt. ex ex ex eye vee: in which scott has a birthday] | |
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| [dogs and boys can treat you like trash. and dogs do love trash] | |
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| [12-line poem, seemingly out of place] | |
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| [the mind of moss: sitting here by the reflecting pool] | |
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| [when you touch down upon this earth. little reindeers] | |
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| [this little treatment has side effects: side effects] | |
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| [hope you like this new doctor: rachel says in hopeful tones] | |
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| [my lover my phlebotomist. his elastic fingers encircle my arm] | |
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| Filmography | |
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| [robe and pajamas, steadfast and softer than anyone who touched me] | |
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| [a mule-drawn scraper packed this earth: levees] | |
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| [19 lines] | |
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| [I was a priapic boy: the prow of a galleon] | |
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| [a boy at 15 can't be too tough: approximate masculinity] | |
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| [every man needs a buddy. who'll do] | |
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| [college roommate gone: his hamper full. I'll do us both a favor] | |
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| [the man in the front row: uniformed. ugly as my father the disillusioned] | |
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| [morning broke on my cabin inverted. tempest in my forehead] | |
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| [fortune drives a finned convertible: her blond wig shifts in the wind] | |
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| [you'd want to go to the reunion: see] | |
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| [so the theatre dimmed and reclined. cramped balcony rubbed against my leg] | |
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| [the atrium of the heart beckons with pendulous lips] | |
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| Bibliography | |
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| [my lot to spin the purple: that the tabernacle should be made] | |
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| [unsheathed the sword and cut the veil. visible the planet red] | |
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| [he tastes the air with his tongue. his eyes a gory kitling] | |
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| [my riches I have squandered. spread with honey] | |
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| [strange flower in my hands. porphyry shell. clipped wool] | |
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| [they hear the clapping of the bell and are afraid] | |
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| [torch to the stubble of the fields: the harvest has ended] | |
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| [slightly foetid. foetal and stooped. an afterbirth of rags] | |
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| [the heavenly noise of domesticity murmurs in the kitchen: clink] | |
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| [not a waking mutter. the locusts in cessation] | |
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| [because I were ready before destruction. bearing the sign of his affliction] | |
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| [listen mother, he punched the air: I am not your son dying] | |
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| [the ice hadn't cracked. stingy ground: frozen with its hoard of bulbs] | |
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| [A characters not reproducible] | |
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| [came a voice in my gullet: rise up and feast. thunderous] | |
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| [when he comes he is neither sun nor shade: a china doll] | |
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| [coda & discography] | |