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		<title>In Here Inside</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Apr 2012 22:38:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Eric Wilkins</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[There is nothing inside, but you know that - We are drifting on pedals and tanks running dry, or wrists clutch to knuckles that drag on the pavement. There are ghosts and they&#8217;re hungry, but there&#8217;s no food within, I am all there is and I&#8217;m lonely. Come in, help me warm to the touch. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Consolation Tacos</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Apr 2012 18:55:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Eric Wilkins</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[He’s still something else and I’ve walked off the boarding. My eyes brim with laughter, my throat seize in pain and the day into streetlight in some nowhere Norcal, in a house we were paid to leave from when there was nowhere else to go. I wondered where you were and my boots beat the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Story, Old</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Apr 2012 18:55:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Eric Wilkins</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I had higher hopes for this tree root cathedral. Her crowns were cast in bronze and dreams, bejeweled by glitter and set aside. There was little about and the story, old. By the time my tummy settled, by the day I took her there, there was little left to do but wander. When we breathed, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Thoughts from the Washtub</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Apr 2012 18:54:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Eric Wilkins</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[She was a warm, smoking gun. Her hips held swagger that swayed as they&#8217;d rock, rolling in languish over so many drawn eyes and raised lashes. She was a warm apple pie, and I was begging to taste. In the woods by the path, the words rolled off easily, and she lapped them up as [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Coming Up Flowers</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Apr 2012 18:54:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Eric Wilkins</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It’s all coming up flowers in this city of roses, be it nighttime or daylight, pleasure or pain. There were moments held aching, coddle clothes curled up snuggling (no, I’ll never away) to burn cardboard and wood chips. I’ll tell you my story, I’ve showed you my soles. They’re grey and greying, and soon they’ll [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Reference to a Lighter</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Apr 2012 18:53:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Eric Wilkins</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I went through your things today and found mementos from your old life. I read pain and coughing, crows from throat that held back- I went through your things today and found the reason why I found you, why you were out there in the first place, so you could ask me for a lighter. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Warm and Soothe My Soul</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Apr 2012 18:53:18 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Eric Wilkins</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Thank you lord for tea leaves, how they warm and soothe my soul on this long and boring evening bent to small, the morning hours take their toll, now I’ve got something to keep me up, alert or somewhat conscious even as the seconds pass to a third and into minutes: these leaves inside silk [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Shush.</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Apr 2012 18:52:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Eric Wilkins</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[the words and dots connect themselves to silhouette my shadowed frame, my darkened figure reaching out, as if any stroked ego meant more than ego stroked and shining: shush. the radio’s off, and there are no more distractions except this glass of wine and the mug I poured my chips in had coffee left, but [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Pit or Shell</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Apr 2012 18:52:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Eric Wilkins</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[don’t touch me with your fingertips, I want the whole damn things in, all of ‘em ripping pulling apart these lungs and vein ‘til all that’s left is a pit or shell the little bit where the words all pass off &#038; the breathing slows ‘til all I’ve got is this, is nothing]]></description>
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		<title>Goddamn These Fingers</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Apr 2012 18:50:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Eric Wilkins</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Some time we had there - are you also coming with us? we’ll tear our limbs like leaves from trees or paint from fences and walk the streets with smiles widened - are you also pulling with us? The weight’s not more than one strong back’s worth but goddamn these fingers are slip pin g]]></description>
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