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Time is a lonely bastard child. I know how it feels.
I explore the spaces inside, moist hollows where the angels once worked their mischief. Strange what you can grow accustomed to. I probe the old scar tissue: smooth, numb in places. I imagine I can feel their shades, tactile afterimages: a zombie reflex, a longing for a longing. It pulls at the center of my chest.
I miss the certainty of need.
I examine new possibilities, take steps, show interest, craft a proposition, cut a book deal. I have always been h


One AfternoonOne AfternoonOne Afternoon
A bunch of us boys on the Gonzaga in Florence program cruised into Antonios Café.
Toni sold espresso, panini, and snacks. The place had an upstairs and shelves and shelves of liqueurs. His sandwiches were cheap and good.
Ciao, Toni!
Then one of us saw it. We sensed the change. All turned
as a gorgeous young woman rolled by behind the wheel of a cherry Italian sportscar.
The sunshine made it perfect.  


CompositionCompositionComposition
There is almost nothing of life left in me. I spasm like a broken wasp, like a headless samurai.
As openings go, I could do worse.
You respond, tell me about someone we knew from high school, how you write him letters in longhand, the way you once wrote to me. You converse about your shared love of music.
And I know. I conceive
of how I could still play your piano forte, how I could make your guts vibrate.
I could find the key.
I have spent so long practicin


The Instinct of CellsThe Instinct of CellsThe Instinct of Cells
beauty softens each of us like an egg soaking in vinegar,
but I have always been soft, soft as baby fuzz, a flabby soul stuffed into my skin like sausage meat inside a hog casing.
I have no idea what its like to have to kill, to jump out of an airplane, to learn I have cancer. I spray lavender-vanilla mist on my pillow to help myself sleep.
the hardest thing in my life was when my dad died. they tattooed little dots on his head to help them aim their rays. his hair sta


BiologyBiologyBiology
They didnt teach us anything important in high school. I remember you, negotiating with your back to the class in those giant 80s glasses, as the teacher took a break from his boys own stories of pissing tigers and Vietnamese cobras swaying in the tall grass to expose himself: Being beautiful isnt enough to get you through life, sweetheart.
Now at his age, I sit in front of my laptop at an upscale bar and lay you open over a California roll, chicken tortilla soup, and coffee with cream: It seemed like life would b


Snow Fell...Snow fell on my house, and I thought of you. Out dancing Thursday night, I thought of you. Feel your fire; feel my love inside you so Bright... I almost wish that I felt alone Again. I want an excuse to call you And tell you how often I think of you. Almost. I stroke the face of my cell phone With my thumb, teasing the latex buttons.Snow Fell...
I think and think and then rethink anew Of a heartfelt whimper, a fevered moan,  


ExpectingExpectingExpecting
three houses down, the neighbor boy’s soft spot has fused together too soon. now his brain has no room to grow.
I cannot allow my mind to dwell
the daughter of a guy I work with has Down syndrome, an immortal toddler. her nose runs; she watches cartoons. they have a special guard on the front doorknob.
I cannot allow my mind to dwell
my half-brother’s adopted daughter was born with spina bifida. she wears special braces on her ankles to help her walk. she suffers operation


PostpartumPostpartumPostpartum
Heartache has nothing to do with the heart. It crouches in the
center of the chest. You don’t fall out of love. A switch is thrown.
The light fades.
You wait at the end of the fireworks show. Will there be another
encore?
You’ve thought, This is it, before. You try to make it come back,
make it hurt the way it used to, try to bring it into focus, feel the
heft of it. Were you ever really in love at all?
A dampened orgasm. A stifled sneeze.
You replay things in the cinema of your mind and search through
your love notes.


AB-AB-AB-
surrender
just give and give and give until there is nothing wet left inside
a dried husk rolled in gauze
you told me your blood type made it your duty to donate
but on that day your sleeves were too long and too tight to roll up
they always ask me
have you ever had sex with another man even once?
the questions are different for women
lesbians are the lowest risk category for HIV
men spread infection the way bats and mosquitoes do &n
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I tell you such fine music awaits in the shadows of the fires of hell. -Charles Bukowski
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We might knit that knot with our tongues that we shall never undo with our teeth -- John Lyly
~Michael
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~Michael
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You are the circus, I am the freak. [link]
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