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please coffee?
maybe the universe will do us a favor
we could meet halfway across the country
in a small
old
diner
with pink lace curtains
and sit all afternoon
and watch cars drive by
through the desert
going somewhere. probably our cities.
and we can just sit there and the old lady who owns the place
can come by and refill our mugs
that she's been serving out of since 1965

can we do this, please?

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Love? or is this a
frozen lake, me on my knees
hands buried in snow.
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Pale sunlight, pale the wall.
Love moves away. The light changes.
I need more grace than I thought.


- rumi


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one good thing about last night: snow 
two good things, really: snowflakes on my eyelashes and snowballs in the streets
three drinks too many:  anonymous wine, holiday ale #1, holiday ale #2
four o'clock in the morning: home. on the bathroom floor.
five cigarettes/five sets of lungs: that was the wrong thing to say.
six people: who don't belong but pretend
seven times: i think i embarrassed myself.  (probably more.)
eight: blocks out of the way to walk me home.
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