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Feb 19, 2013 10:26

She's tired of the lazy drifting
that everyone calls normal.
"Clichés, we are," she says, sighing.
"Cold and breathless, and true."
She feels along the counter top,
absent-mindedly hoping for
a sharp edge, a jagged interruption.
She shakes her head and tells the
windowsill garden,
"Half a loaf is better than none."

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emmabovary February 19 2013, 20:29:25 UTC
a jagged interruption.

What a fantastic pairing.

Terrific and tidy poem about suburban (or urban) ennui. I love its compactness, both in space and in time.

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mardeen February 19 2013, 21:26:10 UTC
Thank you for taking the time to make such intelligent comments. I think I have a crush on your brain.

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mardeen March 1 2013, 16:13:05 UTC
Thank you. I love the little bunny.

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natevw March 1 2013, 08:23:14 UTC

My vocabulary isn't sufficient to detail how sweet and compact that was Marsha .

-Nate

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mardeen March 1 2013, 16:13:31 UTC
Always good to hear from you Nate. Always.

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natevw March 2 2013, 02:56:15 UTC
Your poetry remains deep and compelling Marsha .

I'm quite sure it speaks to many more than I .

-Nate
(who's sick as a dog)

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mardeen March 4 2013, 17:42:03 UTC
Aw, Nate. I'm sorry that you're sick. Is someone taking care of you? If I lived in your part of California, I'd make you some chicken soup!

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STILL sick =8-( natevw March 4 2013, 18:45:01 UTC

Thank you Marsha ;

I just had some nice tomato & basil soup but I didn't make it to work this morning....

Bummer , that .

-Nate

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