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she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She kissed me gently, just once, then walked away crying
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
Besides the part where she was the only one
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She just stares at us like we're crazy
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
She was never mine. I always shared her.
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
I put my head down and hoped to God she wasn't looking at me
She is and was
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
She was locked in time
She was steady
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
She just appeared out of nowhere
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
When she was bad
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
She always was devious in her beauty
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
She Was 18, It Was Summer
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
She knew what she was doing
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
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.
I knew she wasn't faking
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
By the way, she has a penis; just so you know.
To a girl who thought she was moving away
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
Just don't let's pretend she followed you home
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
The one thing I wanted more than anything was for someone, just once, to tell me they don't know what they'd do without me
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
Can't she just carpool or something?
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
She wasn't connected to the earth the way the rest of us are
Just because she's nice to you doesn't mean she wants to fuck you
She just looks at me
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
What the hell was she thinking?
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
She was so tall, and I was so in love
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
She was coming out as he was going in.
She was free
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.
she was waylaid by an octopus
She was too beautiful to be human
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
Once upon a time, I imagined she would be a river
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
Because, perhaps she was cold
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
She just sat there
She is why God is God.
And then, she expressed frustration with life in general
She writes notes to me, to keep me in check
She breaks hearts almost as often as she breaks the speed of sound
The vacuum she left
Each thing she learned became part of herself, to be used over and over in new adventures
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Dialogues, Part I
She said
She thought about giving him her heart
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
English As She Is Spoke: Useful Words, Part I
Who am I to critique that which she is?
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
She Loves Me
Any woman who thinks she is pro-life should ask herself
So then she said
She sells sea shells
She pulled the "I love you" on me
she turns and smiles, then walks away
She Moved Through The Fair
She Came In Through The Bathroom Window
Is she really going out with him?
So happy she drools
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Letters
She told me I'd make a good Satan
If she really wanted to fit in, she'd get a smaller dog.
A chorus of phones each time she calls
She Loves You
How she saw the moon
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
She has trouble acting normal
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Dialogues, Part II
he/she
hodgepodge was just a one-night stand, apparently
She stopped and took a second look
She approached me with some vague line
she
She smiles in colors
She arose and said matter-of-factly
(s)he
She misses me
English As She Is Spoke: Idiotisms and Proverbs
English As She Is Spoke
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
God is a she
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
what she kisses twice
How clear she shines
She has the biggest cock of any girl I know
Murder She Wrote
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
The picture she drew in my notebook
She dumped me when she found out I'd been faking my Scottish accent
This child has talent. She needs a better box of paints.
She said she loved me
she being Brand
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
I don't like her because she won't like me
She said yes
So she wet the bed
Jennifer, is she your friend?
She Is Suffering
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Phrases
Once there was a bug in a hole that he dug
Once upon a time there was light in my life, but now there's only love in the dark
Love is stored in the memories of what once was
Still she cried, and still the world pursues
She Walks in Beauty
The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne
Once there was a way...
What She Said
That's all she wrote
Once was enough
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Anecdotes
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Dialogues, Part III
English As She Is Spoke: Useful Words, Part II
Today, just for once
Surah 60 She that is to be Examined
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
She Hangs Brightly
Surah 58 She that Disputeth
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
she left a little Java-shaped hole in my heart

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