933 9 4
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They asked each other at Court-suggested AA meetings: What can Texas do but throw us in jails already packed with low-life scum?
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775 9 5
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The sinuous river of your childhood. Do you remember how it slid between your young legs before winding away, making its lively and bubbly sounds. You would have made it light-headed with your games and screams. When you lingered late in the afternoon after school, and you…
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1840 9 11
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The understanding we made was neatly wrapped up in its own blue tissue cocoon like a neatly rolled joint and dumped unceremoniously into the forgotten past like a plate of leftover digitized lies. The lid was slammed shut. Time passes too tightly. And you …
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1302 9 11
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The brain taints everything it brings to us/
with its limited apparatus, its precepts,//
all the things it thinks it knows.
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2145 9 10
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When Matthew calls I'm sautéing garlic for the polenta and Joe is squeezing buttercream rosettes from a Ziploc bag onto a spice cake he made from scratch. Or trying to—we…
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1221 9 6
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A break from bleak world history and events...
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1373 9 4
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Because you alone must know how to make a smile shine at me and be like the sun, I can only feel its warm and coolish colors becoming that perfectly deepened yellow then on to the red if you please that makes a shy kind of blue out of day. That…
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2006 9 7
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Should have washed our hands, we thought after, licking sugar-spit and dirt.
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1516 9 6
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A horizon shrinks a burden until it’s a seagull getting fat off vinegar fries. I’m in love with the way your mouth moves when you aren’t talking. When it fills with salt.
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1660 9 9
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“Have you ever thought what stars are made of?”
“No,” he said.
The man nodded seriously. “I hadn’t either. Not until I met the Star Catcher. He told me all the stars in the universe are actually coins. Coins! Big coins. Small coins. Different colors
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1769 9 9
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I'm not interested in her that way.
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946 9 6
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3479 9 4
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I walk into the fruit and vegetable market and she sees me right away. I've been trying to avoid her and have been successful for more than three weeks. The break-up was not a good one. I still have a scar over my left eye where the glass ashtray hit me.
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1051 9 7
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We’re heading to a
Poetry reading when my wife
Says “You owe me one”
Coming back from the
Poetry reading, my wife says
“You owe me, big time”
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1613 9 5
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but with a light, a rainbow light which was scattered, maybe she herself was a scattering of light, an infinity of universes caught like the opening rays of sunlight
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1015 9 8
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A sense of plenty courses through
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1248 9 7
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Survival is often violent.
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885 9 10
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When I got out I didn't buya new suit of clothes, stepinto a bar, or bargainfor an hour with a whore.I walked from McGee Streetover to Russell and wonderedif Bus 16 still went out of its wayto loop around the traffic knotat the shopping mall. It'd drop you thereif you had…
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2035 9 4
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You have been my woman’s lover now for
seven years, ever since your two souls met
at La Isla Negra.
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1949 9 7
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"...across from me
staring at my bare knees."
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2256 9 8
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I'm afraid to find out what my spirit animal is
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1397 9 6
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It hangs unspoken in the sadness he pushes through his harmonica, while his hands work the old, beat-up guitar that tries to be a Gibson for his fingertips.
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1775 9 10
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I knew I needed to visit a beach / made entirely of sharks’ teeth
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1799 9 6
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I’m maybe only four. Not smoking cigarettes found in street gutters yet. That will come the next year, when I’m five. Maybe when I’m six, and Andy’s five, my pal from across the street. That’s my tricycle parked behind this pack of kids that look to be ne
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1288 9 8
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Incidents intensified. The Dead appeared in twos and threes at shopping mall and Wal-Mart parking lots.
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1406 9 7
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After lunch I left my office and trickled along like a slow leak, a notch above meandering; gravity had become a lateral force that pulled me forward.
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1413 9 4
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The man's dog slipped away one night. He left soon after.
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1907 9 6
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Got me a 50 pound bat ray.
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1539 9 9
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He remembered waking up on those lazy summer days hearing the sad song of mourning doves.
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1432 9 6
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