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		<title>Today</title>
		<link>http://pcloeb.wordpress.com/2009/12/28/today/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 05:54:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[today you will:
wake up to wanting hand wrung sheets, abused
with gear shifting stillness cold.
Your pants are drawn tight.
Like a buoy in the soft flaming desert of the snow outside.
You will notice the flecks of solitary flesh
debris caught in the light on your floor.
Want of shuffling, of dancing, of mix ups, cool downs, an argument.
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		<title>I Liked You</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 05:48:06 +0000</pubDate>
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The song felt lump-throaty, felt lean-your-head-back-against-the-headrest-and-look-out-the-windowy. Felt like nervously asking who it was that was singing and then looking off into the mountains, looking out at all the lights and wondering if he liked her.
She liked him.
It wasn’t exactly that it was right, she just didn’t want him to leave. She didn’t want to leave. She [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=pcloeb.wordpress.com&blog=2770327&post=816&subd=pcloeb&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Rivals and Relationships: Halloween</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Dec 2009 07:18:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>pcloeb</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://pcloeb.wordpress.com/?p=764</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s 9:32pm.

&#8220;She sent me an e-mail,&#8221; Phil said.  Which isn&#8217;t me by the way.  It&#8217;s my taller, blonder, handsomer doppleganger.  He sits rather awkwardly in Marley&#8217;s lawn chair on her balcony, covered in torn clothing, fake blood, and face paint.  He looks like the Ultimate Warrior had joined up with a rough and tumble street [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=pcloeb.wordpress.com&blog=2770327&post=764&subd=pcloeb&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Grandmother</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 05:52:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I remember seeing her silhouetted against the white light of day, her kind and gentle face masked by a lifetime of struggle and hardships across those eighty years.  She took me in her arms, I was the baby of her baby.  She laughed and said something to my mother in Korean and I remember how [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=pcloeb.wordpress.com&blog=2770327&post=812&subd=pcloeb&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>We Could Have Been Good</title>
		<link>http://pcloeb.wordpress.com/2009/12/03/we-could-have-been-good/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Dec 2009 03:59:49 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>pcloeb</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://pcloeb.wordpress.com/?p=809</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[That I could feel you in my joints is what i said but what I meant was, it was like being bowled over, having the wind knocked out of me, a Pavlovian excitement— your name and my city together—, despite myself. It was unexpected and overwhelming and sad to me, sad my mangled, little heart leaped [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=pcloeb.wordpress.com&blog=2770327&post=809&subd=pcloeb&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>for the bedridden</title>
		<link>http://pcloeb.wordpress.com/2009/11/29/for-the-bedridden/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 05:14:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>pcloeb</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[it is bad luck that has brought you here
situated between thick white pillows,
legs asleep and tingling.
you should be out dancing.
or at the very least smoking a clove on the roof like you used to,
counting stars and contemplating intellectual things.
Instead, you have an icepack molded to your face,
opiates that make your head feel like
spiders
tree leaves
orange juice [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=pcloeb.wordpress.com&blog=2770327&post=805&subd=pcloeb&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Little Moments</title>
		<link>http://pcloeb.wordpress.com/2009/11/27/little-moments/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Nov 2009 06:07:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>pcloeb</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I love it when
you’re drunk with
your friends
can’t write poems,
and get laughed at for smirking
when your friends burp
over warm tap water
masquerading in a plastic
bottle that you’ll throw away
in the morning.
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		<title>Dandelions</title>
		<link>http://pcloeb.wordpress.com/2009/11/22/dandelions/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 17:25:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>pcloeb</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Feeling stupid
Doubtful and fierce with regret
Caring like the leaves on the trees blew just for you
Two
Killing time
Breaking your heart
That stupid girl
Makes you feel so worthless
But
You pick a dandelion for her everyday
And think about her perfect smile
As you blow the petals into the wind
Soft wispy whispers of a wish
Goodbye
They are gone and so is she
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		<title>Strangers</title>
		<link>http://pcloeb.wordpress.com/2009/11/16/strangers/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 10:45:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>pcloeb</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[These two strangers, now lovers, sit at his desk together, and are laughing again; perhaps they’re meeting really, for the first time. Except now she is wearing his t-shirt, backwards and inside-out, and he is quick to pull on the tag, just below her warm, blushing face that wants to kiss him again.
He is sitting [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=pcloeb.wordpress.com&blog=2770327&post=786&subd=pcloeb&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Brief Moment</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 09:46:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[
She sat on the edge of his couch drinking a bottle of water while he filled out tax forms. She yelled out things to him about the book she was reading and he looked up at her, “You’re cute,” he managed.
“What?” she said, the way old people going deaf often ask, yelling, with one hand [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=pcloeb.wordpress.com&blog=2770327&post=780&subd=pcloeb&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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