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“We don’t drop litter. Pick it up.”
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2022010
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6% of anorexics die of their disorder, most of sudden heart failure.
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29642015
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In the air a shining heart, wet lungs releasing and releasing, your sweet milk head, your pulsating skin. Only an inch separates us. A shimmer of hot air trembles like boiling water above the highway. There are seeds floating in the sky. These things will become other…
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14062011
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the frost has made all tender greens bow
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25492012
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We’re friends and all but we’re just me and him friends, we’re not the kind of friends that you bring to supper.
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15022011
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The nearsighted world/
puts on its lenses
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23792012
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I'm Alice invading the garden,
looking for souls among cards
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25012022
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On the way over, on the ship, I met a girl from Cleveland.
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18652015
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Feminine, safe, though disembodied,/
she shapes your life in ways/
your mother never could.
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26642019
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A portrait of my sweetheart drawn while she is asleep: a passed-out angel illuminated by the light of dawn coming in from the bathroom window, one of her shoes missing.
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27352015
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2370209
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Eighteen-layered canvases were prized by both of them, regardless of whose work appeared on top.
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15962015
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Falling Water almost fell./
12 million dollars later//
it will splay itself a little longer
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14982012
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The eyes, luminous and large-
each an infinite bright blue ocean
Wind ruffles feathers
My ego and vanity also/
encourage me not to wear a mask.
An aberration/
that general circumstances/
will remedy, and soon.
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19022013
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There’s / no crying in poetry!” says Coach / Bukowski
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2434207
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Well, it’s a cold dance we dance this morning. You are up at the crack of dawn and the bed is empty even before you leave. I pretend to sleep so I can revel in the delicious morning ritual I know will be ending soon. I hear you brew coffee, shower, tal
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6402021
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She bought a lamp that looked like a woman's leg in a fishnet stocking, you know the one, to provide warm, yellow light under her desk.
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23772015
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Arriving at the pier I see a sailboat in dead wind.
"That is pathos," Magritte says,
pointing to a barnacle.
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12202019
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Threads of sadness in the hands, in the touch
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2528209
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Something about the Garden of Eden. That it isn't really a garden, and I'm not even sure what Eden means.
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22092012
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...I pray for the animal souls I have taken -- panther, gazelle, hyena, vulture...
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21402012
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burnt-up leaves rustle and fall
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15572011
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Reality for us must be broken so we can fix the one small insect of it we can capture and pin, wriggling.
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21272017
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My glasses fog up every time I go to collect her from the pool. I'll never get used to glasses. When my sight got suddenly worse the day she was born, I didn't tell anyone. As she turned from baby to child, my love for her grew, and my world got smaller,
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26802013
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disorderly black squirrels / inhabit upper Michigan
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25502013
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I heard today about your friend
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17932014
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In the bearded sun, I see a golden goat.
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41012011
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Maybe you should consider a few more things before embarking upon actual rescue, like: Is the victim hot? Not stove hot, idiot. Beauty hot. Will this be a triumph to save this person (like perhaps they are some Nobel laureate), or are you risking you
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15452012
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I say her- it might be him-/
but from a distance I supply the details I prefer.
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1766208
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Phoebe-Lou Adams wrote this of them
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