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If you don't try, you can't fail

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what they won’t say about us

how much we loved the first lick of autumn in a september morning

and tried we tried hard not to regret the missedness of summer

how we cursed too loud but in our heads when we

missed the train

forgot the keys

lost to our phone at chess

lost the umbrella

(which umbrella is it

number 17 perhapsperhaps

they should be given names instead

maybe then you could 

hang on to one)

they’ll say we hung on

they won’t say we couldn’t stand cilantro

or dill

they won’t say we stopped in our tracks 

in reverie oh now i remember her big t-shirt

sometimes in the middle of the crosswalk

brilliant get run over thinking about her big t-shirt

she wore it to bed

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Date, You Should

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You’re down to Earth? I was down to Earth too. Now I’m preserved in lime.

You don’t take yourself too seriously? I am blase about the extinction of whole species on my watch.

You are passionate about life? Life has become guiltily reluctant to take my calls. It was fun at first, the nearly cartoonish ardor, the bouquets at work (but balloons?), the whirlwind trip to a bnb on our two-month anniversary. But life is a little over me now. It’s asking its friends how to let me down easy.

Love to laugh, do you? I’m a Big Bang Theory marathon wrapped up in a Workaholics crepe. I once passed out from my appreciation of a Taco Bell commercial. Tosh.0 wants to punch me.

No hookups.

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swing low and carry me home 

it’s right on time every time as you can see

you left your shadow but you can drop by anytime 

to pick it up just stick me up 

darling this is a robbery

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Was his memory failing or had he so disciplined it in the repression of unpleasant facts that he had damaged his sense of the truth?

John Cheever

"The Swimmer"

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"What a quick, idle thing a life is, in retrospect. How quickly we become history, while wanting always to be news. When you make the mental effort to lift yourself a little off the planet, and you see our particular species gobbling up all the land, so that soon there won’t be any other big animals left, just rats and ants and poisoned mussels, all that earth and oxygen and airspace to give Homo sapiens sapiens room to breed and eat and starve and build and war and watch TV and listen to the radio, you see that the human race is just one immense waste of energy. The lifeless surfaces of Mars and Io must sigh in relief.”

John Updike

Memories of the Ford Administration