Three weeks later it was still there
Someone told me he was a local mobster
I was as near forty as makes no difference; and terrified
Don't Tell mama!
She felt alone, utterly and completely alone.
He was screaming at a woman - hi sister
Who should he condemn? Why?
The towers, the dark of metal
How mary glowed in the dark, beneath the sheets
I need BRIGHT, pinks, yellows, outrageousness
Attitude is an attitude
How much for two penny buns?
Then I was drafted
The smell of cabbage and faint other things
The reasons for sweat, the reasons for desire
39 years of waiting. For what?
Sitting there trying to follow a single wave
Happy as Larry, but Larry is dying.
They sometimes called him Sonny but that wasn't his name.
Very few rats here.
You couldn't throw a stone without hitting an aunt or a cousin
From Ireland, lasted twenty-six months
The meal lasted hours, the arguments days
Peaches in syrup, ice cream dark as sunset
He felt burning
Looking at a picture of Jesus
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