December 2011
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EMPTYING TOWN
—after Provincetown
Each fall this town empties, leaving me drained, standing on the dock, waving bye—, bye, the white handkerchief stuck in my throat. You know the way Jesus rips open his shirt to show us his heart, all flaming & thorny, the way he points to it. I’m afraid the way I miss you will be this obvious. I have a friend who everyone warns me is dangerous, he hides bloody...
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