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  1. You throw cherries until I tell you to stop. You laugh and then laugh that uncontrollable way, the cherries mashed in your closed hand.
  2. Driving back along the blacktop you toss one cherry far ahead to see if it will sail back to you, but it whips past your outturned palm.
  3. I call it sketchwork. You say I just go around ruining things I bring into my life. But its this table brought me and my knife into it here.
  4. two days of slick streets, and the wall radio crackling Christian rock; there's a wet ring where my Ghost River was when I pop it open.
  5. I turn the wheel sharp and the car jams on the shoulder's dry brush. You yell. I tell you you need to give people the benefit of the doubt.
  6. Their help's not needed I tell the man with one brow. He says it doesn't look that way and the girl in pink walks into the smoke.
  7. The small girl's not armless but she's got her arms crossed under her t-shirt. It's after midnight, and they roll down their window.
  8. There's three in the black car, one in the back with one long brow who looks out before opening a door. He pushes out a small girl in pink.
  9. It takes no strength not to look at you. You'll be soft again. i don't have to hold the swing, or look at you. barefoot, I walk over grass.
  10. You stop me from removing the red, rigid flowers from the cushion. Have some decency, you say. We stand and look because they look so alive.
  11. you say, People pick up and leave so fast, and look at the dropped snapshot of the girl then at me -leave what they will later look for.
  12. I rip the wax off your small flattened stomach and hear you scream in short spurts. Not bad, you say looking that prized area over.
  13. The back of your neck is pushed against the pressed-wood wall waiting for pain. It's not new, your head like this, bent over. It suits you.
  14. three officers come in, and one holds up a piece of paper. old woman takes my money then waves in the officers.
  15. i pass fifty-three dollars under the bullet-proof glass. you're looking at the sign that says "No Prostitutes."
  16. it's okay. I used to draw cartoons of the Del Rio, the Falcon Inn, Travel Log. These were my first impressions of the US, before we met.
  17. You’re like my unwashed hair. Stuck down and digressing to the point of no purpose.
  18. As always, you’re here, even at the dump. You don’t plan ahead. “Where will you be by tomorrow?” I say. I can tell you don’t like truth.
  19. With your pearl white hands you push me out. In wet socks, I'm standing outside listening to you listening to that song, over and over.
  20. you left me on the mountain, when everything was going blue. Now you're in the pick-up smoking. Window's cracked open. I hear the music.