All of them have seen you naked and heard you talking in your sleep.The competition is open to emerging poets who have not previously published a book of poetry and who reside in the United States.Both motorbikes are shiny red and both boys have perfect teeth, dark hair, soft hands.His deft and stubby fingers searching every shank and lock for weaknesses.
And because the first Jeff is in front well consider him the older, and therefore responsible for lending money and the occa- sional punch in the shoulder. World-wise, world-weary, and not his mothers favorite, this Jeff will always win when it all comes down to fisticuffs. Unfortunately for him, it doesnt always all come down to fisticuffs. Jeff is thinking about his brother down the winding road be- hind him. He is thinking that if only he could cut him open and peel him back and crawl inside this second skin, then he could relive that last mile again: reborn, wild-eyed, free. It could have been so beautifulyou scout out the road ahead and I will watch your back, how it was and how it will be, memory and fantasy but each Jeff wants to be the other one. My name is Jeff and Im tired of looking at the back of your head. My name is Jeff and Im tired of seeing my hand me down clothes. Look, Jeff, Im telling you, for the last time, I mean it, etcetera. You had expected something else, anything else, but the wrench never reaches you. It hangs in the air like that, spinning in the air like that. Hes already finished making two of them, on sourdough, before he realizes that the fish is bad. What is he going to do with these sandwiches Theyre already made, but he doesnt want to eat them. Dark hair, green eyes, white teeth, pink tonguestheyre twins. The one on the left has gone bad in the middle, and the other one on the left is about to. As they wrestle, you can tell that they have forgotten about God, and they are very hungry. Two of the Jeffs seem somewhat familiar, but the Jeff across from you keeps staring at your hands, your mouth, and youre certain that youve never seen this Jeff before. But hes on your team, and youre ahead, youre winning big, and yet the other Jeffs keep smiling at you like theres no tomorrow. And, for some reason, the lighting in the room makes their teeth seem closer than they should be, as if each mouth was a place, a living room with pink carpet and the windows open.
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