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Soraya Trevino-Ramirez |
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On Being Without You: I had been a common music, slow message. Young, you strove for garden tubers, fatter starch substitute, exaggerate show presence & vomit backstage. I don't know how it is I have grown so old without you, metal wire tugs, baits twice, I will drink spools of wine and wake each morning a fisherman red. I cannot count how many cups it has held since lakes of algae water have washed this devil's body green. I had been a common man, dead to food and of lower color than black. Lesson: To tell a woman how offer apple core, skin, two fermented halves, bring no wine, bring a book, preferring Gid- -eon bible or then a soft back Ezra, let it serve as cutting board, place whole fruit, seeds too in her mouth and again shut it. |