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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.
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
Besides the part where she was the only one
he (or she)
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
She was too beautiful to be human
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
To a girl who thought she was moving away
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
She was so tall, and I was so in love
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
She always was devious in her beauty
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
She Was 18, It Was Summer
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
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 thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
What the hell was she thinking?
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
She is and was
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
she was waylaid by an octopus
She was free
She knew what she was doing
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
She was locked in time
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
She was steady
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
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.
They did not forgive us, she thought. We will surely die.
Was that real, or did I dream it?
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She makes sniffing sounds, and I don't know if she's snorting coke or weeping
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
When she was bad
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
Can't she just carpool or something?
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
Well, what happened? Did she succeed?
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
Because, perhaps she was cold
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She could not live with or without him
My grandma died yesterday. Did she die?
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She was coming out as he was going in.
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
She just sat there
She still has my Borges book
She Smells of Lilacs
She arose and said matter-of-factly
Surah 58 She that Disputeth
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She leaves a busy emptiness in the room
She Sells Sanctuary
She told me I'd make a good Satan
So happy she drools
Jesus did not say this; it represents the perspective of a later or different tradition
She kissed me gently, just once, then walked away crying
She said she loved me
He and She
She Wanted to Leave
She Fucks Me
She Sleeps
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
English As She Is Spoke: Useful Words, Part II
So then she said
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
Is she really going out with him?
she turns and smiles, then walks away
Murder She Wrote
So she wet the bed
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
She flies with her own wings
She just looks at me
Jennifer, is she your friend?
She makes my teeth naked
Seriously, though, who the hell did I think I was going to become?
What did people use as incidental music before Moby was invented?
She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways
More hips!
She is not beautiful
If she were an insect, she'd be a moth in search of a flame
She has trouble acting normal
English As She Is Spoke
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Letters
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Anecdotes
By the way, she has a penis; just so you know.
She Came In Through The Bathroom Window
I knew she wasn't faking
She breaks hearts almost as often as she breaks the speed of sound
How clear she shines
She thought about giving him her heart
(s)he
She Loves Me
Aristotle's Lost Library, Medieval Andalusia & Chinese Paper, or How Europe Learned to Learn Again and Why the Renaissance Happened When & Where It Did
She said yes
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
Each thing she learned became part of herself, to be used over and over in new adventures
All That She Wants
How she saw the moon
That one makes me scream, she said
Puking Onstage Before a Live Audience, or: The Pooka Did It
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
He says she says
She dumped me when she found out I'd been faking my Scottish accent
He and she are one
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
She sang of fantastic green islands, and sparkling fish, never telling that she haunted the waters
She is Overheard Singing
A tentative laugh, she expected to be interrupted
she is not a servant to scattered branches
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
she broke my heart
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
Why she stopped crying
She told me to say that
Who am I to critique that which she is?
She smiles in colors
Surah 60 She that is to be Examined
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Phrases
English As She Is Spoke: Useful Words, Part I
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Dialogues, Part III
She is why God is God.
She misses me
In the end it did not matter. The ocean was still there.
If all you did was node, your writeups wouldn't be very interesting, would they?
English As She Is Spoke: Idiotisms and Proverbs
God is a she
She writes notes to me, to keep me in check
She has the biggest cock of any girl I know
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
The picture she drew in my notebook
Everything Stalin did was legal
what she kisses twice
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
(because this was always subconsciously the inspiration, even if I did not know it at the time, and I only realised it just now)
She Hangs Brightly
All you ever did was let it happen
This child has talent. She needs a better box of paints.
The vacuum she left
I don't like her because she won't like me
If she really wanted to fit in, she'd get a smaller dog.
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
She Loves You
Any woman who thinks she is pro-life should ask herself
And then, she expressed frustration with life in general
A chorus of phones each time she calls
I did not miss what my body did not remember, until it was reminded

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