GYUKICS GABOR : Fly
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SUSAN FARMER : Divorced
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A sad bird froze to the neighbor's windshield. Its snow stuffed body hail picking beak and sickle stiff claws shattered the safety glass into non-recyclable trash. The swearing neighbor grabbed the ice-winged carcass broke it in half gathered the pieces and threw them up to the winter air. Fly! - he screamed Fly! - he screamed raging cold-blooded at the scene of the scheme not seeing as the two half birds came to life rose to fall one winged wedged into his reddening eyes
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Sylvia Plath is dead, so are Kerouac, Sexton and Bukowski, they don't need last call, a bedtime story or a new suit of clothes. They won't pass out on your sofa slap you in the face, call you Stringbean. They won't play make-up, steal your words or make love to you on asphalt beaches. The last thing they need are paperdolls that swim in puddles of rain.
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We began side by side. Drew ourselves straight feeling sapling new. He loved me adored me, "but pull in a little there smooth out a bit here. Train that branch in the right direction." One day I woke up. Told him he too had a gnarl here a knothole there. He cut me down never imagining glorious mahogany shone deep inside. Now, well past days his splinters light fired wood warm I weather the years as heirloom.
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