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Adam Fieled
Sunday, November 27, 2011
#1200 She asked me how I did it, I turned my arm over, said look at these veins, I write with them, they are a well, she said well that’s all very dramatic, but those veins should be used for life— if your blood is working double-time, your heart will only get half of what it needs. She hurt me, I said leave my blood alone, you can never understand, but her full house beat my flush—

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ADAM FIELED

from Apparition Poems #1089 I love you, I love you, I love you— clouds are moving in behind us, storms are forming in front, blue sky purple, green grass yellow, all things pale to this dark—

As/Is

11.16.2008
"After Andrew Marvell" (adam fieled)
Twelve long years, with the length of all that time squeezed into a universe that hovers between us, as I knock back a third Jack and Coke and you stir your Jameson, as our eyes meet and I re-read in my head what I wrote in a journal twelve years ago: "two-faced, mannish, and frigid." That's our universe: words scrawled in the heat of undecided passion, which resolved in the submissive caresses of another. Yet they hover there, still undecided because I bet you kept a journal too, and a good one, and if you didn't well then our universe isn't much, I don't give a shit about the coyness that can't be squeezed without stress, and I'll find another mistress.

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