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the first poems i ever wrote were to impress a girlshe was big-eyed and blonde-haired andshe had just returnedtanned and confident from burning man. (i would later learn this person was not my type,but when you’re fresh-faced and hot-bloodedand hard as a steel pennythere is no such thing.) she was crunchy and fleshy andlifted me…
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My mother was a runner. She ran in all the big races around San Francisco back then, including the “Bay to Breakers”, the one that wound all through Golden Gate Park and caused all kinds of traffic headaches for people just trying to live in the city. She had a stack of paper numbers she…