Doug Stanfield Biography

I'm nearly old, she said… to no one,
Before the mirror,
Tracing a line down her cheek
With a fingertip,
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I want you to move in slowly,
To pin me
With hot and deep desire.
Wrap me in liquid fire.
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I woke up this morning from a dreamy grey half-sleep
with the February rain dripping off the eaves.
A memory floated by that in a previous life
I was a horse. No question.
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Einstein lit a cigarette
and watched the violet and pastel afterglow
of the first bomb
fade over the desert, inhaled
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I asked for the superpower of 'Folding' for my birthday.
It cuts out the middle man: 
Just give me a calendar with tricky bits.

I'd fold weeks, months, years, centuries together,
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