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In A Cafe" I Watched A Man In A Cafe Fold A Slice Of Bread As If He Were Folding A Birth Certificate Or Looking At The Photograph Of A Dead Lover.

The Smallest Snowstorm On Record Took Place An Hour Ago In My Back Yard. It Was Approximately Two Flakes. I Waited For More To Fall, But That Was It. The Entire Storm Was Two Flakes.

Boo, Forever Spinning Like A Ghost On The Bottom Of A Top, I'm Haunted By All The Space That I Will Live Without You.

Our Names Were Made For Us In Another Century.

Your Catfish Friend If I Were To Live My Life In Catfish Forms In Scaffolds Of Skin And Whiskers At The Bottom Of A Pond And You Were To Come By One Evening When The Moon Was Shining Down Into My Dark Home And Stand There At The Edge Of My Affection And Think, “it's Beautiful Here By This Pond. I Wish Somebody Loved Me,” I'd Love You And Be Your Catfish Friend And Drive Such Lonely Thoughts From Your Mind And Suddenly You Would Be At Peace, And Ask Yourself, “i Wonder If There Are Any Catfish In This Pond? It Seems Like A Perfect Place For Them.