“You keep jugging along,” she said. I replied, “You mean chugging, right – like a train would.” To which she responded, “Why you have to go and upset the apricot like that?”
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Among the lingering, fading Om of crystals touched, glasses raised to toast, still there,
not quite yet imperceptible.
Chagall 2017
On the dawn of that day we believed our last,
the megaliths started to pulse cohesively.
Chagall 2017
The greenhouse torn down, disassembled
panes of flexible glass strewn about, still warm
Chagall 2017
Unless you have lived in a railroad tenement, you probably don’t know
what a front-room is.
Chagall 2017
Actually we have no love; we have sentiment; we have emotionality, sensuality, sexuality; we have remembrances of something which we have thought as love. But actually, brutally, we have no love.
-Krishnamurti
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The sculptress masterfully shaped the clay into a quartet of delicate foibles,
a wonderful statue of limitations.
Chagall 2017
Morning fosters ambition and wields a net; time flies.
Chagall 2017
I have come to realize
I will not let me down
Chagall 2017
Today they awarded a prize to the happiest girl in the room.
I lost.
She had auburn hair,
scented of coca
cola and cloves,
and a face
to die-for in profile.
Well,
she
just
might.
I offered the room
the top of my head,
while she made ceremonial rounds.
Happiness is relative,
I told myself,
misery could be better,
depending on the scale,
and if they grade on a curve.
Nothing’s absolute
the man to my right says
Of that I’m absolutely certain
My shoes need shining,
my hose is torn,
my Latina skin showing through
like polka dots, since the Nude
color had in mind
fairer, happier girls.
I feel faint so I fan
my face with the program,
suddenly I need air.
I need space
I need time
I need love
Soft kisses
rain on my face
to wash
life away
You OK?
he asks
I’m fine.
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