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Nick Miller: Bugs and Beauty

nickmiller:

The next three nights we were together—that is, we slept in the same bed. Each night, I woke up to her crying.

And on that third night, my mind drifted to a time when I lived with Patrick; we had a neighbor who loved to garden. He planted beautiful flowers on his balcony, so many that it was…

10/22/11

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POETRYEATER: from Terrance Hayes, "Lighthead's Guide to the Galaxy"

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I’d rather have what my daddy calls
“skrimp.” He says “discrete” and means the street
just out of sight. Not what you see, but what you perceive,
that’s poetry. Not the noise, but its rhythm; an arrangement
of derangements; I’ll eat you to live: that’s poetry.
I wish I glowed like a brown-skinned…

10/20/11

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