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Today Is The First Of August. It Is Hot, Steamy And Wet. It Is Raining. I Am Tempted To Write A Poem. But I Remember What It Said On One Rejection Slip: 'after A Heavy Rainfall, Poems Titled 'rain' Pour In From Across The Nation.

The Day I Went Into Physics Class It Was Death.

I'm Happier Writing About Doctors Than I Would Have Been Being One.

A Skeptic, I Would Ask For Consistency First Of All.

Love Set You Going Like A Fat Gold Watch. The Midwife Slapped Your Footsoles, And Your Bald Cry Took Its Place Among The Elements.