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Girl with glasses and
skinny fingers
playing with wires
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as long as you have some snacks up there
I can be brave
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Our sons do nothing but drink and roar
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Co-polar order spectrum; strobe genre (the disco light of the 70s illumining and eclipsing fiction-non-fiction-non in one "article"); UTAH! a jump from forehead-down to standing fast, a cheer, for genre studies.
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Evening was drawing nigh and Mosby's horse had tired from the daylong ride.
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He was a tenth grade / messiah, famous for acts of attrition.
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“What does the future hold?”
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the constant inner jabber
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In China I remembered you only once:the restaurant's speciality, chosenfrom a braid of live varieties,spiraled to the floor while the waiterflayed it with a knife flickedfrom his wrist. The snake made your initialover and over the black tile.What pain? Love's all…
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"And you’ll forgive my sayin’, your Maggie’s in heat, and if ya want to keep her you’re gonna ‘ave to fight. To be sure after this they’ll leave ya alone.”
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I describe mine as uterine-based hysteria or Sex Test.
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On the bed he tickled her until she was crying with laughter. And then the tickles became caresses, the fingers, lips.
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Somebody pushed the automatic fuck-you button today,
not the due-to-the-volume-of-submissions-we-receive button,
nor the it-does-not-fit-our-editorial-needs button;
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No snippet to see, here. The piece is so short a snippet would be the whole thing.
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One moustache hair at moustache level on a filmy bathroom mirror. A red velvet spread on a big round bed. Dear Ma: We saw a bearded lady.
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Writing as parallel form | Writing a parallel line | Seeing stealing | Stealing seeing | Stealing as seeing
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severe snow storm coming. I'm looking for a parking spot and listening to Machito & Charlie Parker
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I remember the tan guinea pig, dead of dehydration. Through the wire bars of her cage I viewed her body. She lay stiff on her side, stretched out, as if in her guinea-pig dream she had been running through grassland, open and close to the sky.
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It has scent, your heat, of jonquils and lime, of spices seared in a hot black pan.
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The squirrels will not stop peeing on the trees.
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A constellation appears in the shape of Van Gogh’s missing ear.
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Obesity in America is now considered a felony, thanks to Michelle Obama's biceps and weight obsession. They've sent me to couch potato prison where I'm doing hard time in a dark corner of an unfinished basement filled with cobwebs that…
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The snows have not come but left behind are the sounds of summer in my old neighborhood.
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Say the word and I shall become
a photograph;
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She's not a poet, but does she have to be? She comes to the reading to read the poems of her recently dead husband, for she made a vow: that she would read his work at an open mic. Now she is keeping her word. It's her way of keeping him alive or maybe it's his way of…
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They line the bar beside me.
Talking about themselves and estranged children,
while rubbing necks and wrists,
searching for the pulse.
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Culture gives what it feels you deserve/
in the cul-de-sac of your time and place.
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