Proposals - by Cecilia Woloch (NPR - The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor)
rw: Do I look like the angel of home and hearth with this strange green / fire in my hands?

reminds of? green fire in hands .. a comic book superhero? green lantern ..
ah: Jenna no Jemma in The Children's Hospital, the healing green fire from her hands.

Proposals: And in Prague, on a bridge called the Karlův Most, a stranger, a refugee, who mistook the way I stared at the river for thinking of suicide. Who mistook my American passport for his ticket out of there.

down by the river! ('I lost my baby!') bridges, strangers, rivers, thinking; sure. I like a stranger who asks you to marry him instead of jumping to death in the river. but the cadence and the 'mistook' - 'mistook' - 'ticket out of there' = obvious, cliche, vanity I do not like.

but stranger with a proposal, let's have it:

Thinking of dying? think you might do a little dying today?
Patty Griffin: Tony: 'Hey Tony, what's so good about dying? think you might do a little dying today?'

How about you marry me instead? you don't feel you could love me but I feel you could.
Didion, who was given the number for a specialist & d n call:Instead I got married. Which turned out to be a good thing to do, but badly timed, sinceI still cried in elevators, restaurants, chinese laundries.
Post-Birthday World: You marry me. Got that? You marry me, and toot-sweet. on Page 121: "... ducky. When you leave Lawrence, if you leave Lawrence, you don't tuck in upstairs as me in-house personal slag."
Paul Simon: Gumboots: 'I was having this discussion In a taxi heading downtown Rearranging my position On this friend of mine who had A little bit of a breakdown I said breakdowns come And breakdowns go So what are you going to do about it That’s what I’d like to know You don’t feel you could love me But I feel you could'
all the time, just this morning, singing this in mind

Since: here we are on the same street on the very same day
I was walking down the street When I thought I heard this voice say Say, ain’t we walking down the same street together On the very same day I said hey Senorita that’s astute I said why don’t we get together And call ourselves an institute?

why don't we!

_proposals_

If I ask you this on the street,
Please let me be an acceptable stranger.

Pages are browning in the sunlight,
A collar is wrinkling, not organized
Properly on the hanger. The world
Is touching itself and I cannot stand it.

Preservation it’s all the same
I held a voice to my lips
I pressed a hand on my word
By heart had all the arrangements

When the body left out
into it

Yet speaking against
the losing

Losing – what is the moment worth to you,
And what is the time?

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things I've said to you things I've said

on and away as from and to
a friend without, please not, with you

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REPOSE
That's what I wanted to tell you.

All the things you could say, you're saying this."With all the fish in the sea?" "Not like her."
These are what I am thinking when I am at the window. when I wake up. when I brush my teeth. My mind returning home, says I'm so sorry. -I want to know things. -Why didn't you tell me sooner? -I just wanted to hear you say it. -So you're not angry? -I'm not done yet. –Shhh... -Just let me get my mind around this. –What is that—that metaphor? -Don't do this. -I'm sorry.

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SOURCE
you're reading a book and you make some notes in the margin -- you say
things similar, more or less of your own. this goes on for days. one day, you open the book to a new page and there
in the book's text are sentences that you have written.
before, already. or not? maybe, it must be,
you had already read this page and then
you wrote it down. no. the footnote in the book's text credits you. these are sentences you wrote in the margins. flip back and see.