What if I were a postman and you were a letter.
What if Muhammad had gone to the mountain
but taken a wrong turn, if the mountain
had come to Muhammad but he had refused
its entreaties the way a fish, if it feels neglected
or abused, will deign to take the hook. Do they
really think its danger can’t be seen through
the sumptuous flesh of the worm, the erotic dance
of the mayfly? What if I were a Chevrolet,
you a third-generation driver of Fords?
Would there be a chance for reconciliation
or compromise? What if you were the ball
Willie Stargell hit, second out, bases loaded,
top of the ninth, Yanks trailing by two, I
the grass-slick leather cup of Mays’ glove,
the sun in his eyes, all the indications of error
blaring. Some differences are irreconcilable,
some sorrow inconsolable. What if I were
the things you said of me, you the offended party?

Dave Margoshes is not the guy behind the guy.

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If I Were Your Dog
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Where the Customary’s Always Right
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bleeding hearts
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A Moth Story
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the only way to live
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the exchange
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because it is green
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Fly on the Window
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Beautif: Orpheus after Eurydice
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