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She was coming out as he was going in.
What she didn't say
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
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 always was devious in her beauty
She Was 18, It Was Summer
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
Gays are great, so she says
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
She was free
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
Besides the part where she was the only one
She didn't believe in transcendence
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
she didn't believe in kissing outside of art
If she didn't love you she would kill you
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
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.
She didn't want the truth; she wanted to make a good man squirm
What, she cannot say
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
She was so tall, and I was so in love
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
What the hell was she thinking?
To a girl who thought she was moving away
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
It’s herself she didn’t love
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
Wow, she is going in on that cornbread.
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
When she was bad
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
She says kill. I say how many.
Mira, she says
She told me to say that
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
He says she says
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She is and was
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
She was too beautiful to be human
Because, perhaps she was cold
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
she was waylaid by an octopus
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
She was locked in time
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She knew what she was doing
Is she really going out with him?
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
She was steady
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
She just looks at me
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
She said yes
She makes sniffing sounds, and I don't know if she's snorting coke or weeping
she is not a servant to scattered branches
Let's not, and say we didn't
She has trouble acting normal
She thought about giving him her heart
She breaks hearts almost as often as she breaks the speed of sound
I didn't know what to say
He and She
I didn't know such things when I was young
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
All right. She can fly circles around Uranus, but where's the bathroom?
She Wanted to Leave
Don't say I didn't warn you
Why she stopped crying
She flies with her own wings
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Letters
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
How clear she shines
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Dialogues, Part II
All That She Wants
The vacuum she left
She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways
She sang of fantastic green islands, and sparkling fish, never telling that she haunted the waters
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
She leaves a busy emptiness in the room
I didn't say you stole my watch
She is not beautiful
She is Overheard Singing
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
I knew she wasn't faking
English As She Is Spoke: Idiotisms and Proverbs
I'm sorry, I didn't realize God was on campus today
she being Brand
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
Any woman who thinks she is pro-life should ask herself
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
That one makes me scream, she said
She Smells of Lilacs
She Loves Me
She still has my Borges book
She makes my teeth naked
She Sells Sanctuary
He and she are one
I didn't have the heart to tell him I was lying about taco night, but at least the hellhound made some friends
She Loves You
If she were an insect, she'd be a moth in search of a flame
She Sleeps
What was I thinking when I said it didn't hurt?
she broke my heart
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
I am three, she said
She will remember your heart when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits
She Fucks Me
A tentative laugh, she expected to be interrupted
I don't like her because she won't like me
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Anecdotes
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Dialogues, Part III
she turns and smiles, then walks away
She arose and said matter-of-factly
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
So then she said
So happy she drools
She has the biggest cock of any girl I know
She misses me
She Hangs Brightly
God is a she
The picture she drew in my notebook
She Is Suffering
what she kisses twice
She Came In Through The Bathroom Window
I was going to marry Marty
Who am I to critique that which she is?
And then, she expressed frustration with life in general
Each thing she learned became part of herself, to be used over and over in new adventures
She said she loved me
As I Was Going to St Ives
A chorus of phones each time she calls
She writes notes to me, to keep me in check
So she wet the bed
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
Jennifer, is she your friend?
She kissed me gently, just once, then walked away crying
How she saw the moon
She told me I'd make a good Satan
This child has talent. She needs a better box of paints.
If she really wanted to fit in, she'd get a smaller dog.

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