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last updated 12/01/06
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Dream, Feb. 19
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Babies. Two of them-- twins. One a bundle swaddled buddha baby. I throw him up and just catch him. I have to explain to the horse-- who's like a skeleton, tacked to the wall, with one long sharp tooth like a stalactite, and another shorter one...
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Dream, Feb. 18
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Iris and I used to go 99.5 miles per hour. What about you? You're going to be like them, too; Iris and Lucinda, too, Lucinda did that, too. (Needlepoint head, big soft bear belly body, dough body.) I didn't say yes. Baseball show's at eight, ...
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Dream, Feb. 17
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"Thank you for making noise as you tried to figure it out today in the bathroom, downstairs in your kitchen."
"Did you get to spend any time with my dad and my brother?"
"The first night I did. The first night I did." (Nudged up against wh...
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Dream, Feb.1st
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A brown-haired girl, the one we’ve seen earlier, shows up at the wide oak table. Now two people are talking at once. The man to my left, hair up above his forehead, brown eyes, fork in hand, curly man telling about growing up Catholic—and this w...
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Things that come out of me late at night, hours after having drank (drunk? drunken? dranked? drookified?) Phil's Coffee, which has also been known as "Liquid Crack"
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A krid lied down on the sump pond, the same way a tick would bump up the obvious, or lie the holes down sideways, I don’t want to crimp my muffin, seed over the wet wave with humps or do your hair wrong or right, but sack on the fiddle twine and I...
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Babies. Two of them-- twins. One a bundle swaddled buddha baby. I throw him up and just catch him. I have to explain to the horse-- who's like a skeleton, tacked to the wall, with one long sharp tooth like a stalactite, and another shorter one-- I have to explain using hand gestures: "You can't bite this puppy. He's smaller than you, your teeth are sharper, and you might accidentally get angry and, not meaning to, bit his head clean off. You can't bite this puppy." The horse understand...
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Iris and I used to go 99.5 miles per hour. What about you? You're going to be like them, too; Iris and Lucinda, too, Lucinda did that, too. (Needlepoint head, big soft bear belly body, dough body.) I didn't say yes. Baseball show's at eight, I'm meant to be there then. Have to fill in a square diagonal-halved but he fills one out all yellow, so the woman who's coming by and checking might not approve.
I'm meant to get to Leah's-- I think her name's Jessica--searching through "conta...
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"Thank you for making noise as you tried to figure it out today in the bathroom, downstairs in your kitchen."
"Did you get to spend any time with my dad and my brother?"
"The first night I did. The first night I did." (Nudged up against white hair and make up). "Thank you. I like the performances out here. It's been a long time since I've gone to shows. And I like them: your earthquake dance, even hearing you in the bathroom today as you tried to figure it out-- this may be my las...
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A brown-haired girl, the one we’ve seen earlier, shows up at the wide oak table. Now two people are talking at once. The man to my left, hair up above his forehead, brown eyes, fork in hand, curly man telling about growing up Catholic—and this woman, estimating Sally is about twenty-four. Twenty-five, I’d say. She was supposedly Krista’s May second date. “I remember Krista, remember, I was in Boulder and you were about to go meet her,” but I didn’t know then that she was a woman. I lean...
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A krid lied down on the sump pond, the same way a tick would bump up the obvious, or lie the holes down sideways, I don’t want to crimp my muffin, seed over the wet wave with humps or do your hair wrong or right, but sack on the fiddle twine and I’ll be ready, even if you do fish down with hoes, rock the airwave your mother sometimes trembles for, slips sacpumps out the wire toad. Plenty of beef for your Sunday cream, top fanned out as hunny munchkins, the slip created ass-tide the squai poo...
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