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Women with tremulous breasts. Going down the swimming pool drain.
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It chases other newborns down and eats them.
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The younger woman asked Scott if he loved Jesus.
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The "Many Worlds" theory, applied.
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When I died, she said, she was going to have me cremated and put my ashes in the cats’ litter box.
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"Hey, Ceecee." Rodrigo squatted on our three step stoop every morning, flanked by pit bulls with wide black smiles puffing steam. I jogged down the steps, leaned against a parking sign. Warmed my hands with my breath. Tugged my crop top down. "Girl, you gonna…
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A small poem about incipient insanity
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On her lunch break, she dumps Luis for Daniel Towens, the ugliest man in the county.
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55 words, slightly naughty
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I always wanted to head on up to New York City and be taught by a decent painter, but as time kept on trucking, it became clear that that was just a big dream that would not shake out and I'd never be a real artist because I was shy of the money I'd need to stay up there in…
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The virtuoso tortures a violin/
in homage to Paganini.
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12. Paper Wings (Gillian Welch)
This one's really depressing. Maybe you shouldn't listen to it so much.
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Guys on safari wearing safari jackets shoot things all day, things with funny names …
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She could live there forever, in that smokey memory...
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to say that he was
doing fine
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He grew red-faced at her quiet words, "I'm pregnant."
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After the funeral there was a luncheon in the church basement.
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I don't want / to write about the body indulged, desires / denied, tortures invented, pleasures innate
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A favorite place doesn't always offer comfort.
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You got a lot of people, out there
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Polite society will cheer/
as another body is discovered//
and disposed of. The cheers/
will drown out the gasps
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The suite of dark rooms/
extends forever./
It’s no big deal.
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It was Gatlinburg in mid July
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The custard of eternity is scooped into
the quantum cone of knowledge and drips
out the bottom one lifetime at a time.
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I love to lie when discovered. "I'm your new neighbor." "The landlord sent me." "I'm the ghost of the girl who died on the 11th floor." "I fell from the sky." I wear billowing white dresses and a wide-brimmed straw hat that throws my face into shadow. Peo
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...the bulk of poets are amateurs.
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Practice has perfected disengagement.
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