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Love is Not All (Sonnet xxx - 30)
Edna St. Vincent Millay 

Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain; 
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink 
And rise and sink and rise and sink again; 
Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath, 
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone; 
Yet many a man is making friends with death 
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone. 
It well may be that in a difficult hour, 
Pinned down by pain and moaning for release, 
Or nagged by want past resolution’s power, 
I might be driven to sell your love for peace, 
Or trade the memory of this night for food. 
It well may be. I do not think I would.


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Take, For Example, This Truck Stop

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A place where you can come from St. Paul, MN, sit in a booth by yourself and ask across an almost empty dining room: "Hey, is that a boat on your hat?"
Or a place where $1 equals one not so good pancake. Where they must have left the batter out longer than they should have, or something.
Or a place where they don't even sell much beef jerky, but seem to have plenty of clipboards.
A place where you thought you could come to write, but end up observing instead, and making across an almost empty dining room talk with a guy who has to be back by the 13th so he can help his daughter move across the state.
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Spanish poetry in 15 second intervals
Voices across the Atlantic
"Try that"
He motions to the paring knife
Next to an unripe peach
"I'm scared to"
I say
In English
In an everything is unravelling around me
He says in some sort of
Flamenco guitar begat
gruff voice.
Flamenco guitar
Bouncing off the stone steps
Mid some-other-century streets
Across the Atlantic
In 15 second intervals

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My advice

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Be an optimist
Posted by : Coby Gerstner