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the hero always gets the girlThe little fellow stood before the
assembled crowd, who had come only to
view his failure.
"What I have is a masterpiece,"
he exclaimed, fluttering about
like a trapped hummingbird.
"I'll believe that when I see it," said the producer.
"You lie!" The director cried.
"Oh, do get it over with, won't you?" sneered the actor.
"Don't listen to them. I'm sure
it will be lovely," the secretary whispered,
as the film flickered to life on the screen.
The very picture of poverty
walks calmly over the tops
of perfect gray boxcars.
He does not care about money,
only where he will sleep tonight,
and where he will sleep tomorrow.
He falls, but that's alright.
The ground catches him beautifully,
and all is well again.
Picking himself up,
he dusts himself off like he had
a million instead of one.
Then along comes the girl.
Of course, there has to be a girl.
There is always a girl.
Nothing has happened between them,
and yet he loves her already,
because they two a
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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