Because I open my mouth too wide Trying to take in the curtains behind us And everything outside the window Except the little black dog Who does not like me So at the last moment I shut my mouth. Because Cipriano de Rore was not thinking When he wrote his sacred and secular motets Or… Continue reading Why I Am Not a Good Kisser by Mary Ruefle
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A Certain Swirl by Mary Ruefle
The classroom was dark, all the desks were empty, and the sentence on the board was frightened to find itself alone. The sentence wanted someone to read it, the sentence thought it was a fine sentence, a noble, thorough sentence, perhaps a sentence of some importance, made of chalk dust, yes, but a sen- tence… Continue reading A Certain Swirl by Mary Ruefle
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