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dear
it’s the easing heat of a Boston day, Junemeeting July, Will and i walk the shipyardin Charlestown. we sit to rest in the sun. i say, “i regret this immediately, let’s findshade.” “we’ve gone too far,” Will says. i stand and begin to walk. he grunts, rises,follows. “this my favorite view of Boston,” i say…
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just a little rain
let’s get a car home, i don’t care about the pork. it’s barely raining! it looks like it’s raining pretty hard. cmon, let’s go see. if it’s bad, we’ll take a car. ok… we get up and walk out. i stand in the middle of the sidewalk and hold my hands out. it’s just a…
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the orange sweat machine
counting the bulbs on that strange chandelier in your living room. six. and the two of us are at the airport casting affections at each other. a giant worm flexes its back and we step onto it, ride it north toward the laundry room. when we get there, we strip naked and stick our heads…