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One Day I Will Die

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Originally published on April 1, 2001

How proud I am       to be the center             of a tragedy Again       and again             the same shadow. Thank you God.       Thank you shadow.             Happy is the man who looks into       the deepest folds             of his sorrows. The soul, lost       can be stirred.             Thank you sorrows. Thank you       bottom of the river.             Won’t you be forever? [...]

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Because One is Always Leaving

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Originally published on April 1, 2001

Especially       in the late afternoon             when my nieces close their eyes       and bend             their heads to inhale       the bubbles that rise             from the tall glasses of milk,       licking the juice             off their lips that open       on the softened             black and white cookies that have been       dipped             into the glass and then dipped       again,             sopping with [...]

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What Kind of Dark It Is

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Originally published on April 1, 2001

When she wants       to make love             I find myself in a room       with someone             I don’t know. So       I tell her             about my life again.       I take her body             between   my arms.       And then             I change the position       of my head             on the pillow, moment       to moment,             remembering the precise       architecture             of the windows, [...]

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