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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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Quarterly

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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
Tone
"Ok"
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
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