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My early journal:
the first thing I found
in my old desk.

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My mother's ghost:
the first thing I found
in the living room.

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I quit shaving
but the eyes that glanced at me
remained in the mirror.

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The madman
emerges from the movies:
the street at lunchtime.

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Cities of boys
are in their graves,
and in this town...

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Lying on my side
in the void:
the breath in my nose.

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On the fifteenth floor
the dog chews a bone-
Screech of taxicabs.

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A hardon in New York,
a boy
in San Fransisco.

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The moon over the roof,
worms in the garden.
I rent this house.

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