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papaya over-ripe displayed on the half
with spoons sticking out -
” very ripe, tastes good “
blue crabs cooked with lavender
i was sniffing a spoonful when the chef came out
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We head home, skirting along the coast,
humble before catapulting waves;
the lighthouse near invisible
if not for a single band of red.
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Along with Bad Bunny
comes the reckless dancing
the ambulance chases
and the long, drawn-on faces
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The gecko instinctively knew that if he moved, he was dead.
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These are the small miracles we witness from my barrio stoop.
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The renegade states- Virginia, Georgia,/
Texas, and the rest- should have lost their names
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The man who will lead you can be nothing
if not already found underneath the
light-heartedness of heaven, (dawn)
if not under the light-heartedness
of snow.
He would have to have happiness
already sewn into his soul.
He bears no burdens
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A tattoo of a river steamboat, one you dreamed up in your sleep and drew yourself is anchored around your nail bed on your thumb. I paint my nails with regatta sails. The toxic fumes sting my nose. You say you're bored and take out a needle filling it with ink. I watch as…
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the moon is the pupil of the cave’s eye
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On some evenings, when I would sneak out of my room, I'd sit on the verandah and count the streetlights. I'd count the stars in the sky and trace the moon with the tip of my finger and consider how anyone could make it through the night when there were so
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Fingers scrabble idly at pocket seams, forage between teeth, grasp for tepid cups, patter a drumbeat on knees.
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Having sex with her there made me feel like a child molester, I said. She said it made her excited.
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In the words of that great philosopher Hunter S. Thompson, "When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro."
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Sand atop a trickling potentially,where roundabout rides hideunbegun business, the trickling of sand at any moment.
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In my seriousness I am not making the case that none of “this” (our contemporaneity, our historical moment) “matters”.
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Little mercy, ten fingers, ten toes.
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We lay in what we have made, minute fleshy bullets in the target we have made.
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I sat on the corner of her desk ... Angela Merkel can be a sweetie when she wants to be.
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The cellar smelled like an aroused muskrat.
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Often we sit in silence and age. We are observers of dust, fashioning ourselves into antiques.
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The Lake I. When the weather was nice, the fisherman and his girl spread a blanket over the shore's rough sand and watched the cargo ships cleave their way to the…
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She laughed as she stuck up the word flaccid,
it kept falling down
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I remember the first time I saw her. I'd just pushed through the crowded bar and waited to place my order.
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a man sees salamander bands / a-cracklin on the scree
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This morning I found
A big black crow
Working over a flattened
Squirrel in the middle
Of the road
First day of winter
Longest night
Shortest day
No problem
The rest of the year
Should be a breeze
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beat them with fists and purses.
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We write poetry, but are unable to calm ourselves. We need more men of the world (like you) who are not too much amazed by experience. Men who can lead a dual life. Who have sexuality but remain detached, whole. The bodily, the sensual, easy give and ta
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Rowan’s arm burned and throbbed like the center of a neutron star as it went critical for minutes turned inside-out like hours. Standing in a wall, then huddled underneath the couch, she danced around the rim of consciousness, ripping at the seams of her
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no rule says an imaginary friend has to be a good one
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