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		<title>far from bulletproof</title>
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		<description>i remember my dreamslike someone crashingin an airplanesees the sky the night is limit
-less, boundless, a burden
which never fulfills its promise
of peace  i soothe to the smooth
roll of the fan
am present in the room
am present in another  and another, flashes
of place and time
i roll to the rhythmic
sensuality of the fans
as the air from one  caresses the other
as the deep blue bed sheets
unbind at the corners
bunch in the center
call to my legs  to stop
which they refuse
as though were they not
treading i'd drown </description>
		<dc:creator>GreenGrapes</dc:creator>
		<category>Hive</category>
		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Jul 2007 00:01:43 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Rhode Island fall</title>
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		<description> you admire the hills 

and blanketed leaves, multi

-colored flags which wave 

frantically from the trees.



you don't know she died 

in this state. you don't know

or understand my anger

which makes me unable

to even look at it. but none



of that is this. i am

another person in those

memories, sharper. </description>
		<dc:creator>GreenGrapes</dc:creator>
		<category>Hive</category>
		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Jul 2007 17:21:54 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>no ifs or ands</title>
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		<description> crabby old helene yanks 
 my shirt to cover 
 the exposed bra strap and begins 
 an in my day soliloquy 
   
 but stops when she meets 
 my smile and says: pretty 
 bra, though. sea-foam 
 green?          later 
   
 behind a closed office door 
 she offers:   we'll make a jew 
 out of you yet. 
   </description>
		<dc:creator>GreenGrapes</dc:creator>
		<category>Hive</category>
		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Jun 2007 19:21:28 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>turn around, serenade</title>
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		<description> looking at photos of you from that night

it's hard to imagine

that you'd later press

against me, hip

to hip, tongue

 

to tongue

in the back alley.

 

your wedding band

on the hand that gripped

my waist as if, once you let

 

up, i'd run inside

to laugh at how i'd conquered

the married man, not

 

understanding it was he

who'd conquered me. the guitar

strings have made your fingers

 

adept at strumming. even 

from just seeing you

in pictures, i

sing. </description>
		<dc:creator>GreenGrapes</dc:creator>
		<category>Hive</category>
		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Jun 2007 19:18:31 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>old city</title>
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		<description> in this draw-string pouch

of tooth-ache and heart-sting, men



jumbled around each other, limbs

loose and shiny as wax paper



holler out their claims

on my body: quiet alaskan expanse



more comfortable abandoned

than dug or plowed, planted, reaped



and sowed. in summer

the heat swells them. they bubble



and burst, lithe and heady, press

me against walls outside after midnight



moan when i moan, promise 

what is never meant to be trusted. </description>
		<dc:creator>GreenGrapes</dc:creator>
		<category>Hive</category>
		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Jun 2007 16:08:09 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>dishwater</title>
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		<description> disastrous dinosaurus
row row row 
row row row row row row 
row row row 

one two three four
one two three four
one two three four

on the count of one
two
three 
four:
do you have a ham
for easter dinner  ?
do you eat it with 
mustard, your wife
by your side? your
babies at the kid t
able?


am i on your mind?


am i am i am i on your mind
am i           peanut butter, 
am i           ?


delinquent thoughts roam
like garden gnomes
in red bonnets.
we've been meeting
in this fantasy
for a month now,
nearly two. </description>
		<dc:creator>GreenGrapes</dc:creator>
		<category>Hive</category>
		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Jun 2007 16:04:31 GMT</pubDate>
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