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These doughnuts are spelled with an “ugh!” and were mine. But they are are pinkening Sara’s fingers, and I suspect the cinnamon twist of Ben-shaped treason. Last Tuesday, dishes began their own grazing and I’m pretty sure it is not my turn to wrangle them from pasture. I do not know how oregano sprouted from our ceiling. In a few weeks, when it hangs low enough, I will ask if it belongs to anyone. Then clip some for eggs. The best is when we’re all postured as if we had a sofa. Legs comfortably skewing. Our palms taking charcoal rubbings of the carpet. Overstiff elbows. Once Ben had the idea that all windowsills were Baptist Preachers…the first steps toward the light. Sara said he was transcendental. And I just swallowed my bagel where it sponged...
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The sun plays doubles on a clay court, while I open. Condensation marches an upheaval- sun closes blinds. Thumbs on antipasto plate scraping crumbs into trash. Sun rafters support only dust, contractors worry. Place the eggs next to the watermelon. Wait, leave them in the basket. Wary of its reflection, sun shatters ocean in disgust. Orders tequila. She wears plaid and is not afraid of overalls. A flat tire and we are baffled by the carjack. Sun dry is tamer than the sundry it sunders. Can’t carry a sun with only crash cymbals. Oak branches crease and fold effulgent origami. Coffee is sun’s shadowself only warming inward. His galoshes and duckprint boxers. +40 Share...
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What happens next to this dog chewing a garden hose? Even a stick of butter has no yellow lipids if it isn’t part numbered list; it will grease none of your pans, nor be largehips good on toast because it is not worth enough up. Spreading with knives is something you need to unlearn. Every trend says smothering is now done by survey. What did you get? I have a scone, baked with craisins. It means I am hungry and Virgo is rising in my vanilla latte. I have seismic eyes, my friends will be large thumbs. The hose turns on, flails. Dog is cute and drools like youtube. And you won’t click on this. I know because I used denial and second person. Plastic is killing. So are you. Who will guess what new crumble will fall from my scone or if my plate will catch it. +470...
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I am staring at a squirrel tail that does not move. She squats on the branch five minutes looking the same uninteresting direction. Like she was trying to remember if stream beds have sheets. I think they do, but only at night when the lamps are on and you can see current smoothing out creases and groping in the dark for an afghan. Maybe squirrel is reliving that one time when Sherri was over and dropped half her bagel. Her plastic plate had divots all around the edge, but they weren’t for stopping gravity on baked goods. The squirrel jerked more then, and was crumb eager. Now squirrel is drawing an analogue with the facial muscles of Keanu Reeves. There might be two expressions but this movie only has the first one. Eventually she resumes, like a paused DVD...
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Like the field-of-vew wobble you get by rotating a coke bottle. But not blurry. Just tinted and gyrating. It is a beginning of the day smell that tugs well past 4pm. And the trees just opened a box of doughnuts. The sprinkles cross-pollinated with the frosted and jelly-filled. The lid got all mashy. Someone has powdered sugar stuck on their fingers. And there is a three year old twisting. Ready to fly as soon as enough tension builds in her mother’s arm. Maybe that’s what they mean by Spring. That uncomfortable, almost let go already. While mom is still tisking and settle down will ya? We have to cross the street. But it is the not-crossed street that is the problem. It’s before coffee, and thus too soon. At the same time, coffee already brewed, burning in the...
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