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Some nights I want to take my father’s glock / and build my skull a sunroof.
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My dog’s on suicide precautions. I had to take away all her eating utensils--even the chopsticks. So now she has to eat directly from the bowl. It doesn’t seem to slow her down.
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There were so many suicide choices it seemed overwhelming. The chief criteria was the least pain.
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Yesterday morning I sank to the depths of hell and barely crawled out in time. There is no answer except possibly death that will find me relief from his distant presence. I am free but yet I am not and I slowly sink into a hollow world where nothing hurt
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We exist to facilitate/
successful conclusions of hopeless lives.
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So, dear world, whose dearness I have never truly known, I bid you adieu.
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["Mea Culpa" means: I don't care what you think, sorry is when I feel like making you hear me say it.]
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The morbidity of red ink is almost entirely lost on the playfulness of Snoopy stationary. But I boldly pressed on with my darkest thoughts to strengthen the effort of my offbeat creative exercise.
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It's good to be home.
It's good to be home.
It's very good to be home
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but most times/
it’s just improvisation//
with phrases of unknown origin/
swirling in my head
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yet fiction, despite contrary reports, from two ends of the American spectrum, does not mean lies, in my HUM
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Some mornings he would wake up with his hand in the curve of her side. But her scent would awaken him further to his reality. This was not his wife. No, the women he vowed to protect was asleep in the arms of another.Lost to adultery, his dreams fell to…
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for my father I want to memorize this our time together — what we did without her there to tell me You wouldn't want this life you're not cut out for it — and me the child…
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Précis Summer. Far from beautiful Prague, with its buzzing nightlife and pulsating, noisy crowds; away from the stamp, sway and spin, the odour of bodies, beer and cheap perfume; from the opulence and grandiose beauty, we sleep…
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Bess spent the summer that year at a lakeside court in Lake Elsinore. They told her she only had to spend three months there, before she was allowed to have a spot of her own at the nudist camp. Just three months. But Lake Elsinore seemed like something
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This is Bop even if you think it doesn't sound like that.
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A latch key boy, free/
to do the stupidest things-- like jumping//
off the carport roof clutching a homemade/
flying machine that couldn’t fly
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we ran that afternoon/across Bayshore lanes/into green blooming fields, beyond all those
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Sal, a finder of misplaced objects notices the sunglasses, flip flops and boxers left on the pathway heading to the beach. They are his gifts today, so gallant is he of these ‘strays’ seeking ownership. He tries the glasses on first and feels dizzy.
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You’re broken. Your eyes don’t see quite right, and your hands don’t feel quick enough. I love you anyway.
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Underwater your eyes collapseand your feet touch decayed leavesand soft sand at the lake's bottom, the texture of tenderized flesh,maybe an intestineYou spring to the surface tofind your skull met by waterflies, and their limbstweak your peaceOn the shore your…
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“Madras shorts with those candy-ass Brooks Brothers shirts? If you wear stripes with plaids, you’ll look like a TV test pattern.”
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The summer everyone read Faulkner, I read Hemingway. Out of spite.
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Instead of julienning the fava beans you could, instead, slip your linen shirt off your pink shoulders and hang it on a tree branch like a white flag yelling “I don’t want to fight anymore, goddamit, this aftenoon is beautiful.”
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A lifeboat came by in the night,
And I finally saw we were sinking.
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It was the truth, you'd say. Then someone else would step in, someone who knew the situation. It wasn't long before the entire population of our sleepy little town became accustomed to your routine. It was even welcome in some circles. Those circles were made up…
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clouds clot the horizon all day
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After my mother died, my father shipped me to my uncle's. He hadn't told me she was dying, so he could just mourn alone.Lena lived next door, Italian, my age -- which was ten -- beautiful. She was watched by goons in black suits. Her parents owned a restaurant. Across the…
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I am no different to her, living seven days ahead
of myself, looking forward to looking back,
as we Irish do so fondly
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