#two and two

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Two and Two

I Am This Tune

Every Time That You Were Shy

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...I sometimes fantasize about the skeleton I'll be--jangling on wheels on my way to anatomy class, dance class, figure-drawing class. Some of the students, I imagine, will be spooked out, but most will look at me and sober up. Maybe I"ll be the source of mini-epiphanies at last. But then someday even the beneficiary of my transplant will be gone. The school where I donated my skeleton will longer exist--the building, the teachers, the students. My skeleton will be gone and the dust my skeleton makes, and all the human dancers and all the animal dancers will be gone. The paintings will be gone, and all the minerals that made such luscious pigments. Science will no longer exist--the goggles, the petri dishes, the computers, all dead. Trees will be gone and paper and ink and books. The films will be gone, the music, and the math. I will be gone, but I will miss you if I'm still able to miss anything, that is, if some particle of me remains and some particle of you. And I tell my husband: if I die first, I'll try to come back and tell you what it's like. I'll try to translate death into English or at least kiss the back of your neck while you sleep. It is the real promise of all true lovers, the promise that has never been kept. And then all the great earth itself will be gone, and maybe even our moon and stars, all the other planets. All our fingernails. But that will not be the end of it. It's true. The earth is no longer there, but something there are no words for yet, something like a tiny blue swivel chair, will be spinning wildly in its place.

from “Beneficiary” in Two and Two: Poems by Denise Duhamel, p. 85 

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872. I feel that I would vote for anyone in an aqua bathing cap. 873. I feel that politicians sound fake when they try to be too earnest. 874. I feel like I should read the paper more closely than I do. 875. I feel like becoming a well-informed citizen. 876. I feel doomed when I'm too well informed. 877. I feel that escapism has probably saved my life. 878. I feel that escapism has probably saved a lot of people's lives. 879. I feel that escapism has probably ruined lives too.

from “Mille et un sentiments” in Two and Two: Poems by Denise Duhamel, p. 76

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72. I feel angry at myself when I don't meet my goals. 73. I feel like no one even cares what my goals are but me. 74. I feel self-centered--I feel like putting on my favorite hat, the one that I designed myself, the one with the mirror hanging from its brim so I can constantly look into my own eyes. 75. I feel bad when he tells me I'm too self-centered. 76. I feel as though I should work more on being less self-centered.

from “Mille et un sentiments” in Two and Two: Poems by Denise Duhamel, p. 67