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The homeless man said life was too short to ride

an ugly bike. He wrote carefully about a candy bar. 

In the silent film the kid gloves fell slow-motion

to the ground, it seemed to take forever. A prayer

the size of a grain of rice fits on a grain of rice.

You had a dream you couldn’t speak of.  The new

hurricane proved unnameable.  The weatherman stood

blinking, blinking… It was said the boy had damaged

that most sacred of all nerves.  He tore through town

with a domestic look on his face.