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Arresting in your DIY raingear . . .
Talking . . . then not . . .
About the uninformed . . .
Searching for gold rings from childhood carousels . . .
You flick a match . . . geese trail . . .
a downward, vertiginous drag . . .
scaring the hell out of the neighborhood . . .
on trial for lassitude . . .
I choose not to believe in malaise . . .
and why should I . . .
especially when lonely newhires . . .
scale skyscrapers . . .
regurgitating lexicons of bad French? . . .
So what if acting is lying? . . .
Again, who is this week's designated optimist? . . .
Can you please pick up the pace? . . .
I'm about to implode from your latest fashion foray! . . .
smoke and mirrors . . . smoke and mirrors . . .
In the company of magicians . . .
Damn, that was, yes? . . .

Paulina Otylie Surys

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You venture beyond the line à la Agnes Martin . . .
Conversation flattens . . .
A stranger squeezes through the chink in your consciousness . . .
This is a change . . .
The colors of your palette . . . double . . .
influencing the grid . . .
Making notations in a purple unlined moleskin notebook . . .
late at night . . . with a glass of pinot noir . . .

Agnes Martin

Woman XLIV

Her password-protected entry
emails invitations
to insignificant others.
I fancy myself an algorithm.

Diego Indraccolo

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An alcoholic sky takes you on a tour of promises . . .
and players from long ago who failed to make the grade . . .
A neon calm . . .
surprisingly as incredible as overdue library books . . .
among flotsam . . .
Break out the crayons! . . . time tunnel time! . . .
Decked out in the latest . . .
excepting of course those with doll-like countenances . . .

Charlotte Gainsbourg

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Your dream of speed skating skins . . .
A cautionary tale . . . consequential . . . prophetic . . .
with some reckoning . . . unduly noted . . .
Consider this moment costume . . .
etched on the back wall of a makeshift lean-to . . .
tucked deep among evergreens . . .
You have become a stranger to no one . . .
reeling from a succession of stand-up comics . . . in short order . . .
Not unlike a town hall wrap-up, yes? . . .

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Once upon a time, there was a boy who lived in a house across a field,
from a girl who no longer exists. They made up a thousand games.
          - Nicole Krauss, The History of Love

You slip through security . . .
a red thong beneath your industrial chic . . .
texting your past . . .
with complimentary smile . . .
and chocolates . . .
Across town . . . in the back room . . .
of a dilapidated stage . . .
a man and a woman . . . play musical beds . . .
The history of hookups . . .
again concedes one too many mornings . . .
On coffee break . . . Rilke:
Think . . . of the world you carry within you . . .

Paolo Roversi

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The message in the spaces between your words . . .
Hieroglyphics of time travelers . . .
Held by the Sirens . . . dangerous yet beautiful . . .
as in a bank shot . . . off the felt . . .
How often do we lash ourselves to the mast . . .
unwanted company in tow? . . .
Your glazed single-mindedness continues to stump the stars . . .
Premiering in separate volumes . . .
as you requested . . .
Vendors in place with made-for-TV dinners . . .

Paolo Roversi

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The phantasmagoric upside-down phase . . . of the moon . . .
The stuttering of a passing train . . .
conjures the pace of the next chapter . . .
assigning roles to puppy-dog extras . . .
voices slipping through night's open windows . . .
OK, time for a rewrite, yes? . . .
Chapter One: For a long time, I went to bed early . . .
No, no, it has to be symphonic . . . polyphonic . . .
How's this? . . .
You are escaping yourself . . . the best of times . . . the worst of times . . .
departing with your tail of cities . . .
between your long, lovely, flirtatious legs . . .
There was a moment . . . not long ago . . .
when you walked on the moon . . .
sang torch songs . . . in the shower . . . with abandon . . .
coloring my world . . . with a muted, earthy palette . . .
I feel compelled to keep reading . . . from here . . .
Try this: . . .
I went over to his/her house . . .
We hung out . . . listening to music . . .
It's not a lie . . . just a different story . . .
transforming the elegant murkiness of your dissonance . . .
into a story of recovery . . .
a story of ravishing incandescence . . .
It's late . . . Why bother with further revisions? . . .
When was the last time you thought it was the last time? . . .

David Benoliel

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Sailing along on a knee scooter . . .
Cutting the fat . . .
at the local vegan café . . .
The eyes of March . . . upon you . . . up and down . . . up and down . . .
as you . . . YouTube'd, too! . . . do a slow comic-strip-tese . . .
A feel-good feeling . . . the conceptual neuroses . . . out to lunch . . .
The last time? . . .
Pumping iron . . . with fast foodies . . .
Returning the wrong turn . . .
ODing on the (un)commonplace . . .
You are a party . . . talking with an interesting stranger . . .
The poor service . . . at Big Belly Deli? . . . Not! . . .
A piece of cake? . . . under glass . . . have you ever? . . .
Bloating . . . across the universe . . .
Everything in check, yes? . . .
These are a few . . . of your favorite things? . . .

Bianca Stone

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The incidentals . . . morph into deal-breakers . . .
filled with luscious dreams of hapless heroes . . .
barreling down fire escapes . . .
lobbing putdowns from the three-point line . . .
Not sure what I was thinking . . .
Sitting back watching the game erode . . .
But you said . . . Yeah, I said . . .
You have just finished off the cinnamon flavored chips . . .
and are about to start in on the scones . . .
The lapdogs have friended your lap . . .
and your old neighborhood . . .
where they desperately seek members of the opposite sex . . .
for tag-team go-arounds . . . and get-togethers . . .
Close encounters with pea soup? . . . Enough, already! . . .
You were always good . . .
at coding telephone numbers on matchbooks.com . . .
tracking the evanescent stuff flying through our lives . . .
Whatever happened to comparison shopping? . . .
But he/she is married, you know! . . . Yes? . . . And? . . .
Even the snow is not perfectly harmless . . .

Christy Turlington

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Pocketing the change . . . assailed by screen shots . . .
Googlemapping an escape route . . . back burnered . . .
Let us now praise (in)famous men . . .
With tape measure . . . of course! . . .
Diagramming sentences . . . guilty of youth . . .
From the lineup, please . . .
Overhead baggage overflowing . . .
But you knew that, yes? . . .
So, why now . . . mid-stream? . . .
Always . . . and then some . . .
The die was paired for craps, my friend, have you forgotten? . . .

Fiona Maclean

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Riffing on the ramifications of red . . .
The color charts sashaying . . .
Brushes loaded . . . for happenstance . . .
And you . . . positioning yourself for the next Game of Queens . . .
I see what you mean by ramifications . . .
It does kick up the stakes . . . with a surprise to boot . . .
But is it the red . . . or the thought of red? . . .
Or the thought of you . . . in red? . . .
You are now auditioning prisoners . . .
For your next episode of Mission Impossible . . .
I'm trying to turn the page . . . as you instructed . . .
But there aren't enough words left . . .
And now there's a stalled vehicle in the middle of this line . . .
Your move? . . .
And the promise of pleasure? . . .
Is there a way around? . . .

Paolo Roversi