You Can’t Buy It In Stores
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around the corner
onto the jewelry aisle,
wept when he saw the
What time is it, she asks. It’s
almost half past December.
Autumn’s fallen leaves are all
hunkered down out there under
woodpiles, awaiting Winter’s
grisly onslaught. She does not
lift her head or open her eyes.
It’s four fucking thirty in the
goddamned morning, I say,
Go back to sleep it’s
only an opening line.
So Glad To Be Headed Home
No offense to My Beloved Sandra’s family, with whom we’ve been visiting in Maine, and all of whom I love dearly, but–as they know–I’m just not that social and, like all good hermits (especially at this uber-festive time of year) I’m eager to return to my quiet cave. Besides, I have to rest up for their Christmas visit to Vermont.
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You Can’t Make These Things Up
He sat at the keyboard. It was almost 4 AM. He typed six words.
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