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The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
She Was 18, It Was Summer
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
She is and was
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
Besides the part where she was the only one
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
Because, perhaps she was cold
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
she was waylaid by an octopus
She was free
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
She was locked in time
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
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.
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
She was steady
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
To a girl who thought she was moving away
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
What the hell was she thinking?
She always was devious in her beauty
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
When she was bad
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
She was too beautiful to be human
She was coming out as he was going in.
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.
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
She knew what she was doing
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
She was so tall, and I was so in love
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
Hurting Each Other
Am I hurting anyone if I'm rich?
My strength is not for hurting
she
The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne
he/she
She stopped and took a second look
She pulled the "I love you" on me
That's all she wrote
What She Said
Surah 58 She that Disputeth
Surah 60 She that is to be Examined
She smiles in colors
She is why God is God.
She Moved Through The Fair
By the way, she has a penis; just so you know.
English As She Is Spoke
English As She Is Spoke: Useful Words, Part II
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Phrases
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Dialogues, Part I
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Dialogues, Part II
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Dialogues, Part III
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Letters
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Anecdotes
She Hangs Brightly
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
English As She Is Spoke: Idiotisms and Proverbs
She breaks hearts almost as often as she breaks the speed of sound
She arose and said matter-of-factly
she turns and smiles, then walks away
She misses me
So then she said
(s)he
She Is Suffering
The picture she drew in my notebook
A chorus of phones each time she calls
And then, she expressed frustration with life in general
Any woman who thinks she is pro-life should ask herself
Who am I to critique that which she is?
She has trouble acting normal
She said she loved me
She dumped me when she found out I'd been faking my Scottish accent
She just sat there
Each thing she learned became part of herself, to be used over and over in new adventures
If she really wanted to fit in, she'd get a smaller dog.
This child has talent. She needs a better box of paints.
I don't like her because she won't like me
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
The vacuum she left
She Loves You
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
She Loves Me
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
So she wet the bed
She said yes
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
How she saw the moon
She kissed me gently, just once, then walked away crying
She Smells of Lilacs
All That She Wants
She just looks at me
He says she says
That one makes me scream, she said
She flies with her own wings
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
She told me to say that
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways
She still has my Borges book
He and She
He and she are one
she is not a servant to scattered branches
She Misses Him
She threw out all my letters
middle of summer how crazy it was
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
She bought a new smile every week when we first started seeing each other. Then I had to buy them.
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
I would have tried, but Charlotte kept Charlotte in the world of Charlotte and she barely heard me
She remembers the stars
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
This is why she stays
She hates my futon
She Takes Flight
There were only twelve raindrops, she counted them on the windshield under heavy soft skies
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
She sits where she pleases
She has big eyes and a slightly cracked voice
She didn't believe in transcendence
She really does want to clap along, but at the same time she doesn't want to let the bird get out.
She is the ocean.
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
She doesn't look like Mother anymore
She touched my life for a second and made everything peach-scented
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
She loved me for my maths
She is the branches, you are the trunk
Dust mop so magic she can not believe how fun it is to clean up after people
She Who Holds the Sky
She stood on my feet; and we danced
I would have liked thunder when she left
She wakes me up by tickling my feet
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask

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