December 2010
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Dec 30th
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Dec 30th
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Dec 27th
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Dec 27th
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The Lone Glove
The Lone glove, 33rd street station, lost and stranded on a sea of cracked ceramic isles. I think I’m in Love. 4:52 am, December 15th. Walking through a silent scattered crowd, Transfixed— I wonder when they noticed it was gone. [if at all] What’ll they do with its pair, throw it out?  I suppose a glove is no good  without the Other. Tongueless we crawl   in somber...
Dec 24th
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Dec 24th
Dec 24th
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Dec 24th
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Dec 23rd
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Dec 20th
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Dec 14th
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Dec 13th
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Dec 12th
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Dec 10th
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Dec 2nd
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