What I want to know is if I can decode what you said when you did what you did to me, baby.
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If I Had Green Lanterns Power Ring
Id worry about what my mind might do to summon its greeny force. Id avoid the elevator, lest I come up with the idea of sawblades whizzing through. Id stay out of the street, whose vapid stillness might somehow provoke me, so falling speedboat engines would punch my skull down through my ribs, or sonic chips of meteorite would liquidate me in their scour. Id feel this happening. That easily, it would be mine. And welcomeas long as I could be sure that you would be there to see.
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D.C. in the Nineties
If on the first of the month you borrowed my 79 Buick LeSabre from the abandoned lot off the Newton Street alley on Brown, thank you for bringing it back, and I dont care about the dent in the fender, and if you would like, you can get your sunglasses back by dialing the number that follows (I see theyre prescription, which costs money, I know).
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The guy she was seeing, John, had given Sonya a glass horse, and she showed it to Kara and me one night when it was just us three. She was laughing, fake-flustered. What did it mean? she wanted to know, and while Kara gave her a positive read, I ran my thumb over the glazed brown ceramic and fingered the hole in the underside of the hollow belly and finally closed my hand down on the body, so the brown-and-white legs stuck out. I felt certain that a hoof would break off before long. I felt certain that Sonya could only date girls, and that she was very right to be skeptical about John, whom I imagined as impotent, lost. Its sweet, Kara told her. For someone to give something so delicate. For someone to take a chance in that way, show you his sense of beauty. Sonya laughed, shook her head. Then, since we were out in the porch light, parting, she blinked and looked up at usKara and me. I watched as her eyes filled with warmth, admiration. She was beaming. I waited. Okay, I said finally.
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One good thing she did was to get a tattoo. By her ankle. Vine of stars. She didnt know the girl whose convertible it was. The girl liked her because of her friend. In the large back seat she kept herself small. Her knee caps touched. Her hair flew around and got stuck in the gloss of her lips. Hey, hey, you, you, everybody was singing. In the bends and waves of the golden glass panels of a building on Wilshire Boulevard she saw her own sunglasses frames.
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In the fourteenth chapter all the leaves fall and the tree in the second of three long windows is shown to have bone-white bark. I don?t know why I say the fourteenth chapter. But the window is long and the tree even longer, meaning that the trunk, where the vine must attach, is not visible, nor is the top. Meaning that we start in the middle of this tree, its body, ripped and scabbed in some places, and in others smooth, bone-whitethese places towards the top, which draws the stiff line of the tree into movement when the wind blows. A tree ends, you could say, in its eventual youth, its offering of naked tips. What yaw there must be in a wind like this, a wind that flattens itself to the roof and pulls music from the lips of the pipes.
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How kind of you to visit me in my loneliness. If I had anything youd care to eat, Id offer it, you can be sure. Ive been waiting. I watched as the crown of your fair head moved beneath pole and line and power box. I have stories. Youd hear them, you can be sure, if either one of our two hearts could bear the recitation. Come here, girl. Flowers. Well. Do you know their names? Here is a thing I can do for you then. Aster. Freesia. Anthurium. Give me your hand. Hyacinth. Lily.
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I offered my coins to the beat of the cup on the knee of the man with the aquiline nose and eyeballs cased in wrinkled lids in the warmth of the evening sun. I lifted a strand of beads from a wooden table near the station and paid with a five and stuffed the turquoise away before it could speak of its dreams. I found a restroom. I slapped to my temples and eyes a trickle of eggy water. Back at the motel, my girlfriends daughter had lost a tooth, and I smoothed the folds from an ancient ten beneath her pillow.
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