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She dumped me when she found out I'd been faking my Scottish accent
When she was bad
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
She was coming out as he was going in.
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
In a quiet grove of pines under a frosty sky, he helped her out of the sack. She wore severe white hospital pajamas and was beautiful.
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
Spinning shapes like a song out of order. In the dark she can see fireflies.
She Was 18, It Was Summer
She threw out all my letters
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
She is what happens when silence makes love with night.
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
Besides the part where she was the only one
His face when she fell
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
when she saw the funny side, we introduced my child bride to whisky and gin
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
And When She Sings
She was so tall, and I was so in love
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
To a girl who thought she was moving away
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
What the hell was she thinking?
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
She will remember your heart when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits
The day I found out I was a guy
She was never mine. I always shared her.
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
the cutest baker in the room was making sadfaces at me when i walked out
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She is and was
Because, perhaps she was cold
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She didn't write like Emily Dickinson, but she did live in a house overlooking a cemetery, and I guess he thought that was important.
When my ten year old niece found out about masturbation
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
It must be morning when she dreams.
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
She bought a new smile every week when we first started seeing each other. Then I had to buy them.
She's found the hole in reality. She knows its depth.
she had already found her party
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
She was steady
she can't remember what it's like to be found
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
I Fell Out of School, and All I Found Was This Necklace
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
And when she turned into a man, we were so proud
I would have liked thunder when she left
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
She really does want to clap along, but at the same time she doesn't want to let the bird get out.
Is she really going out with him?
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
The class valedictorian was still tripping balls when he was bailed out in time to give the commencement speech at graduation
She just appeared out of nowhere
She always was devious in her beauty
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
Outside she reads, outside she is reading the evacuation procedure, out loud
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
Venus, when she is the evening star
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
She went out through the bathroom window
She is stupidly keeping herself a secret, when I know she has sparkly things to show me
Is it fair for him to love me when she craves his touch?
She was too beautiful to be human
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
When she died
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
When she shouts BE QUIET THE NEIGHBORS WILL HEAR IF YOU'RE NOT QUIET
She was free
She found me on public transportation
she was waylaid by an octopus
she is the sort of woman who, when put to the magnifying glass, refused to burn
She knew what she was doing
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
When she is talking to him
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
every day she stands there, waiting. every day, she's gone when i get there.
when i wake up i can't remember what it was. it's so hard to smuggle something out of a dream.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She was locked in time
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
She kissed me gently, just once, then walked away crying
She told me I'd make a good Satan
Who am I to critique that which she is?
He and She
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Anecdotes
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
The vacuum she left
She said she loved me
She just looks at me
She Sells Sanctuary
She still has my Borges book
She Smells of Lilacs
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
English As She Is Spoke: Idiotisms and Proverbs
Jennifer, is she your friend?
Screaming Bullet of Compact Imported Death, or: How I Found Out My Mazda Protege Could Go 130mph
She Loves Me
This child has talent. She needs a better box of paints.
The picture she drew in my notebook
She told me to say that
How she saw the moon
She Sleeps
She makes my teeth naked
He says she says
How I found out there wasn't a Santa Claus
She Is Suffering
She Hangs Brightly
She has the biggest cock of any girl I know
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
She has trouble acting normal
She just sat there
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
She thought about giving him her heart
She Loves You
I don't like her because she won't like me
If she really wanted to fit in, she'd get a smaller dog.
She said yes
So she wet the bed
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
Each thing she learned became part of herself, to be used over and over in new adventures
How clear she shines
All That She Wants
She flies with her own wings
That one makes me scream, she said
He and she are one
She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways
She sang of fantastic green islands, and sparkling fish, never telling that she haunted the waters
A tentative laugh, she expected to be interrupted
she is not a servant to scattered branches
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
God is a she
She breaks hearts almost as often as she breaks the speed of sound
we went to the stars, but all we found was ourselves
A chorus of phones each time she calls
she being Brand
what she kisses twice
She Came In Through The Bathroom Window
Any woman who thinks she is pro-life should ask herself
And then, she expressed frustration with life in general
She writes notes to me, to keep me in check
So happy she drools
I knew she wasn't faking

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