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AUBADE
The sun peers through the skylight, sneaks catlike up the comforter. He strokes her cheek, they are drawn together, lips touch, toes twine, hips press, fingers trace, the mattress is a world of infinite gravity. Downstairs the cat paces angrily, the coffeemaker thirsts for beans.
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DIALOGUE
She says the shortest distance between two points is a straight line. He doesn’t have the heart to tell her that on a cosmic scale space is curved and no one wants the short straw anyway. She can, of course read him, a skill she notes, reserved to women, and one of infinite frustration to…
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INTERACTIVE
He slides into the bed after she is long asleep. It is a well rehearsed dance, and she senses his presence deep within her dreams. He leans into his wife, traces his finger tip down from her temple, along the line of her jaw, into the hollow of her neck. In this dream she…
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OUT OF THE GARDEN
He says, “You know it is long past time to stop blaming the poor snake, it wasn’t his fault and when you stop and think about it, he told no lies. And what makes you think that he had any idea of the consequences of the offer. will you admit snakes are as sentient as we…
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ANGELS
She says sometimes an angel will appear, and you won’t know it. Driving US 1 out of Narragansett, the map says you are close to the sea. You cannot smell the salt air, there is no scent of cod or clam, there is only faith. The waitress in the Newport Café wears the plaid shirt…
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ARRIVAL
The lake arrives each morning, just before she opens her eyes. She’s tried to catch it, getting up earlier or later but it was just lapping the shore outside her window each time she first gazed at it. Once she tried to stay up all night, and it clung to the shore despite its desire…
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TRIPTYCH
A triptych hangs in the gallery of memory. Admission is by invitation only. The first panel is a time fogged mirror into which I stare. The adopted image hides behind the tarnished silver. My adopted mother’s voice is heard from a hidden speaker: “You were named after my father.” I want to tape his picture…
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GARDENING
He says, “You know it is long past time to stop blaming the poor snake, it wasn’t his fault, and when you stop and think about it, he told no lies. And what makes you think that he had any idea of the consequences of the offer, would you admit snakes are as sentient as we…
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