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And when she came back she was nobody's wife
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
When she was bad
Back when our blood was still warm
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
Besides the part where she was the only one
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
When H.A.R.L.I.E. Was One
Back when grunge was still cool
The smiles you smiled when you thought no one was looking
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
bringing me back to when less was worth more
When I woke up this morning, I thought I was a parallelogram. I still have a sneaking suspicion.
I got the feeling the Fairy Council was mad at me when the president knocked over her coffee to get a better grip on my neck
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
When I Was Born for the 7th Time
I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
To a girl who thought she was moving away
One hour there was sunlight
I remember, there was one
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
When I was young
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
When daddy was the handsome prince
She didn't write like Emily Dickinson, but she did live in a house overlooking a cemetery, and I guess he thought that was important.
That Thursday the Universe was curved in the morning and was flat again by afternoon
She is and was
My first and last attempt at a one night stand was raided by the police
Jesus Was a One Beer Queer
John 3:16 was said to one man, at night
There was this one great night at Alice's house,
In a quiet grove of pines under a frosty sky, he helped her out of the sack. She wore severe white hospital pajamas and was beautiful.
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
I am sorry but when you were talking I was admiring the shape of your lips and evaluating their kissability
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She always was devious in her beauty
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
She was free
She knew what she was doing
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
I spent one year in love and all I got was this lousy T-Shirt.
This was when I knew my childhood was over
Trying to catch one clear promise out of the jittery confused language the night was whispering
And Every One Was a Henry: A Magnificent Maryland Renaissance Oktoberfest E2 Throwdown!
No one older than twenty-five was stupid enough to take a job here.
When I was your age
There was a time when I was a better person
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
It wasn't until later, when I was washing the blood off my hands, I even knew they were dead
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
one was giving me the eye but nothing came of it
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
in the morning it was almost too dead center
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
It was one of the worst things I have ever done
Don't misunderstand this one, it was like palm against palm through a window
I was the center of gravity of Chicago for one beautiful Saturday
November 4, 1995
when you asked what I was writing, this is what it was
the Abayudaya sang, no one was hungry and herds of buffalo roamed the plains
No one learned anything, because there was nothing to learn.
When we was fat ( ... or, Lord Gym)
The one thing I wanted more than anything was for someone, just once, to tell me they don't know what they'd do without me
I thought what I'd do was, I'd pretend I was one of those deaf-mutes
Each one was the scene where you hold your breath
I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
I tiptoe back into myself so I can run from what I was
When I was ten years old
She was locked in time
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
A poem I wrote when I was 5
A pocket-sized device with a single button that says, "Everything as it was one minute ago".
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
What the hell was she thinking?
She was steady
When I Was Cruel
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
Do you remember how small your body was when you were five?
When again between cities was comfortable and right
When I was five years old, I knew I was going to die
When I was little my mother told me not to sit close to the T.V., so when I was six I did.
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
He had a prison of brass built in the hole, and then, when it was finished, he locked up his daughter
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
When I was five
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring - it was peace.
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
Because, perhaps she was cold
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She was so tall, and I was so in love
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
She was too beautiful to be human
just because it was an accident doesn't mean it'll come back to life
The night your father was stabbed in the back room of a convenience store. No mercy.
And then night was here, after a day of measured breathing, and I could forget about breathing because the waiting was done
she was waylaid by an octopus
By morning I will have erased all traces that I was ever here
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
She was coming out as he was going in.
By morning I will have erased all traces that I was ever a bear
Here lies one whose name was writ in water
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
She Was 18, It Was Summer
After a six-month diet of blues and greys I was back to white. I was an empty plate.
Morning was like an ex-wife's bruises
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
Which God was cooler, the one from the Old Testament or the one from the New Testament?
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
No one was ever fired for buying IBM
I was one of those girls
You knew I was a rattlesnake when you picked me up
For a few more precious seconds, the body I was born with was still in one piece
One big happy random assortment of truckstop trinkets
Like most of my dreams, that one was licensed for commercial use
As I looked back, he was reveling in his own feces
I didn't know such things when I was young
I wonder when I learned to smile when I was being hurt
When I Was One-and-Twenty
When touch was simple
So I was balls deep in the guy's ass that night when he turns to me and asks for a kiss. Damn. What a fag.
It was late when he came home; it woke you up
God was in the west too, at one time.
there was at that moment no one more rightful dead than that unknown and faceless man
Oh. I was wrong. She's the one. Goodbye.
Where were you when Kennedy was shot?
When I Was a Boy
When I Was a Lad
When I was a kid, I wanted to get tuberculosis
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
There was no one waiting for me...
I was less than one hundred footsteps away from you I suppose
Boy, I was sure lucky to be born into the one true faith!
Trompe
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
What I wrote when I was missing David
I don't remember what life was like when I was seven. I like the taste of air. What should I do?
No one ever said that the moral process of humanization was necessarily a pleasant thing.
Climbing cherry trees when I was younger
The one thing Superman was bad at
Once when I got like this I thought I was building a boat
every secret thing was made by some one

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