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anchors and Liz’s broad smile -

—->

thanks.

—–>

spitting salt

forgetting names

(holy war)

eating with two hands

talking to two bulls

saying

“to think life could be as

beautiful as promised

–<

but to know

in silence and heat

a promise

can’t spell

‘sorry hon’

without blushing.”

———->

—-<

I think about Jeremiah

in his winter coat

and pause while you take

off your stockings

leg by leg

—->

——>

————->>

Can I take you out

for a bite

and when we get home

will you help me count

my grey hair

we can kill a bottle

the strongest stuff we can get

on a Sunday

——– <

——>

Don’t do it for me, hon.

I’ve got thirty dollars in

three different banks

I’m doing fine

I don’t need this at all

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