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Howie Good |
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Police and Questions |
For the Woman Who Walked Out During My Reading |
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To what should I attribute it, an upsurge in sunspot activity or the general decay of manners? Please don’t say it was me, the dull sincerity of my words, their untreated depression, that sent you rushing off. Let me think there was a man (with a ponytail, perhaps), a vase of dried wildflowers, a bedroom wall on which you put a hand for balance as you stepped out of your skirt, your micro panties, and then yourself and delicately into a love poem.
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