Ron SILLIMAN

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Fra il dire et fare che il mezzo delle Mare —Mario Savio For Lyn & Leslie

What I notice, my cock slipping into your mouth, is not (at least immediately) the

physical sensation, but rather your freckles, your startling eyes wide open

	Behind the old manual cash register the owner of the diner, tall and husky, young though

bald (fringe but a shadow) holds both hands high over his head, applauding loudly

	These blue walls so old it is not wrong to call them colorless

	Fragments not of knowledge, but of knowledge acquisition

 

 

 

	Freud's garden:

	Case studies in wisteria

	Instead of parliamentary I saw paramilitary – today the carriage house is a visitor’s 

center – golfers run to escape the sudden outburst, sandtraps already converting into ponds

 

 

 

	Morning as an emotion

	Hollywood romance: a woman making bad choices is called a happy ending

	An office which, when I walk in, has one blue parakeet, loud, chattering, atop the long,

hanging cool fluorescent lights, radio on too loud to Motown oldies station

	The duck ravioli was fine but for the watery pesto

	Nothing venture, nothing have

 

 

	My own handwriting, larger and more crude than I’d remembered

	She walks flat footed, the wet swimsuit visible under the pale cotton dress

	An intolerable sadness

	Short definition of history

 

	One less than forever

 

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