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Milord, what did they tell you about time?
Did they speak of rivers and tides,
of wind currents far and wide?
Did they mention it ebbs and crests,
nestles in pidgeons’ breasts,
or flows through your chest?
Or did they throw up arms, in defeat,
"Time died long ago. We confess our deceit."?
Did they speak of rivers and tides,
of wind currents far and wide?
Did they mention it ebbs and crests,
nestles in pidgeons’ breasts,
or flows through your chest?
Or did they throw up arms, in defeat,
"Time died long ago. We confess our deceit."?
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Butter
Breakfast was real oatmeal
Every morning in Taos,
Served at the kitchen table
By the window. Ravens
In the courtyard.
You always put a dab of butter
In my bowl, covered it
So it would melt completely.
for S.
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Moving On
“No.” It was all I could say, taking in the carnage of what had just last night been my pristine kitchen. I wanted to collapse onto a chair, but they – and our spacious table – were covered in miscellany. Cleaning supplies, random knick-knacks from the living room, a thermometer, a scale. It was all there, strewn about.
My legs were shaking, and I fought the urge to cry. So messy. So dirty. No, no, no. I collapsed onto the shoe bench in between the Franco Sarto and the Gucci. I don't know where Giesswein had gone. I wished I could blame it on burglars, but no.
“She's doing it again!” I called, and my husb
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Disposophobia
Disposophobia
She had always kept everything. Ticket stubs, receipts, the torn-off edges of notebook paper. Any doodles or scribbled ideas, and any note afforded her by a friend were kept and saved. Not everything received the honor, but particular things from specific events did. She wanted to keep track of each and every thing she had ever done. She did so, on a corkboard encircling her room from floor to ceiling; each day had its spot, and one could trace her life along the wall with the zigzagging strings of yarn that connected each day.
She didn't often invite others into her room, for fear they might displace something, either by
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