836 11 9
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With green and silent industry, the plants/
convert our shit to fiber, food and breath.
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1211 11 5
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The Americans don't want us. They want knowledge. They want to eat with us. They want technology and weapons. They want the results of research they themselves are too craven to perform, answers to questions they ask themselves in whispers, in the dark. T
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1242 11 10
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i never much liked Elvis
never did then never do now
he was no Kris Kristofferson
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1051 11 9
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Listening is loving.
What is more erotic than
these fathoms, skeins, words,
roping tight the ardent ear.
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628 11 8
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1205 11 11
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Vera Wang I saw you on Oprah today girl. Oh no no no.
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1606 11 5
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“This is not turning out to be a wholesome project,” my brother hissed into the phone one night.
“Yo, Alan, it’s ELVIS. It’s American gothic, and the child needs to know the underbelly of the myth,” I hissed back.“Did you, or did you not, wear makeup to
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1071 11 10
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Almost every weekend I'd ask Henry to go out with me and Marge, telling him we could double and, hey, maybe he could bring Ellen, who he dated a while back, who still asked about him. I'd suggest such things as going to a movie or out for a few drinks to reminisce about our…
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1434 11 9
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Cherry was America's least favorite pie. Her mother made it every year for her father's birthday because "daddy doesn't like cake." America had to wash the bowls, the wooden spoon, the plates and finally the Pyrex dish. Her brother got to "contribute" by climbing the tree…
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1193 11 7
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He flipped through a book of poems Ani’d given me. Nothing fell out so he tore it in two. I said his mama must notta read to this one and one of the older cops laughed and he hit me.
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1162 11 5
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I didn't believe in hiding secrets or broken arrows. So I told my new girlfriend, who in earnest, tried shedding pounds like ugly memories, who glued herself to my shag carpet, watching exerise videos--that I didn't sleep alone. I tried to be as sensitive as possible,…
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267 11 4
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I spent our years together
being someone you'd approve,
and all
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1006 11 6
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Died is forever. Passed away/
Is ambiguous. Dead isn’t/
polite.
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1956 11 8
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Lisa Duncan's mom was puffy, and you could always see part of her breasts.
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1543 11 7
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He was her summer fling, the first cock to crow when the sun rose over her tequila smile.
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1212 11 10
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It was just lying there by the side of the road next to a mailbox, pockets turned out, weeds kinda rolled flat around it. I counted three nickels, a dime, and a cigar butt too. I could sure use the change for gum, but I didn't want to get near it. It looked dead,…
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1193 11 3
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Ego bereft of consistency Betrays a heart hungering to toll. Unable to trust its will Or harbor imaginary gods, It gains a hold melding into a role whose proven viability Can give convincing cover To buy time to fabricate An identity that feels unique, Yet…
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1369 11 11
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It’s like faith. My battle buddy is out there, I know it, but I can’t see him, nor can I hear him. I just know he’s there, trusting he’ll do what he’s supposed to do, and he’s trusting in me.
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1060 11 8
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There are stories I will not tell, stories I shudder / to remember. You'll forgive me for withholding them from you. / You may, of course, not tell me everything about yourself either
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1615 11 4
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My name is Wanda McClure and I lived in the foothills of Eastern Kentucky. A small town miles off the interchange, and mostly in the middle of nowhere. I lived in a trailer. I was 52 years old.
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223 11 9
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1083 11 6
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1053 11 6
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Everything is bound to change like / a damsel to the tracks.
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1274 11 8
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Me and Dale chuck rocks at it.
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1273 11 10
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Some of them are notorious tweakers. Nobody epitomizes the cowboy-outlaw biker more than the ironworkers, who are wired on Black Beauties they sell on breaks.
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1054 11 6
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I suppose it was inevitable, This crashing of souls, This recognition of possibility to create. If we were younger, We would make a baby, The ultimate act of faith. Now it has to be something else, Nothing to force a track with night feedings, …
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725 11 9
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I kept my seat. Passengers packed in the aisle weren't moving and until they were, neither was I.
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1256 11 3
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He had a country house, she said, but it was near the city. She said the house was about as old as he was and she loved it— from the wood-framed windows to the heavy wood doors... to the garden on the side of the house
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1458 11 9
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The taste of / what is denied us is always sweet
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1248 11 6
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The days cut off by damp chill with every thought a different variety of protection.
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