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If You Only Looked at Headlines
you might think everywhere has lost all its humanity and we have forsaken one another, but in the last five minutes alone I watched two women who don’t know each other hype each other up by the Dunkin pick-up counter: hair compliments, outfit compliments galore and another lady has whipped out her phone to show… Continue reading
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Tartufo Dreams
There was a time when Powerbooks put out a monthly magazine, like a Cable Guide for books. They were in cafés and hotel concierge desks. I picked one up some time in 2003 and read about The Food of Love, debut novel by Anthony Capella, a Cyrano de Bergerac type rom-com set in the Rome… Continue reading
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Double Shadow
The bricklayer of twilight is busy, laying down the colors at right angles, the moments as big as ultimatums. There is a catch, when the night resolves to allow another reluctant embrace before rattling off everybody’s names. The two-way glass slowly transitions from flat oxygen to mirror, gatekeeper of contrasts. I am looking at my… Continue reading
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Make It Wonderful
Let’s pretend that you’re as smitten about me as I am about you. Pretend that when …..you walk into the office …..your heart is earnestly hoping …..you’d find me there alone. Pretend that when …..you ask me how I am, …..instead of doing it …..just to be polite, …..you’re really acting on …..a soul-piercing desire… Continue reading
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Dead Silence
The sun has fully risen the cup is empty there’s nothing but dead silence on the other end of the line all that could be said has been said and nothing remains but the molecules of air in front of your eyes and the disquiet in your heart Continue reading
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Ventriloquist
Sometimes I like to talk about myself in third person as if looking at me through someone else’s eyes those of a stranger within a glass-walled café idly sipping a latte pen in hand elbows on the table covered in red checked oil cloth observing a young woman hurrying with an unknown purpose along the… Continue reading
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Drunk With Night
An afternoon in the rain a pitcher of Cuban mojito four shots of drip Sumatra espresso an evening of PhD-level mathematics and you are still in my mind and you are still at the top of my list you are still breaking my heart I’ve always been a strong woman but always been weak when… Continue reading
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Waiting For Your Call
You got me writing …..love poetry …..on the margins of loose pages …..right next to matrix multiplications …..and hyperbolic paraboloids You got me thinking …..kisses to the back of the neck …..and wandering fingers …..while I roll handmade pasta …..and get engulfed in …..puttanesca spices You got me wanting …..long walks …..holding hands …..Casi Cielo… Continue reading
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Unresolved Sexual Tension
What are we going to do about this unresolved sexual tension ever since our first conversation the chemistry between us has been off the chain I can practically feel your hands on my body taste the many hues of your soul on my tongue I’ve been living in this electrified state of want for months… Continue reading
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More Potent than Coffee
My fantasies of you are more potent that this piping hot, quadruple-shot venti sized white chocolate mocha making me palpitate and pulling my eyes wide open and pushing sleep to the periphery of my memory my own private sunrise, you are and all I have to do is think of you for the blessing of… Continue reading
Rampant & Golden 