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After her grief had subsided, the wife felt immediate relief. / Suddenly she was free to abandon or pursue loneliness
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There's a man sitting in my room holding a jar of my ashes. That's what he claims.
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"We gotta get out of here", you said
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I had a sister-in-law who was a licensed nutritionist. Not sure what “licensed” means, but she had some certificate and worked in a hospital. Hospitals! Places not known for their cuisine, much less their nutrition. —So, what do you…
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We are infused with fear and dread/
of the world we won’t engage/
except through flat screens and remotes,
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1. a bone to pick"It seems to be accepted nowadays more than ever that killing,individual and mass killing,is the order of the day;it is accepted."--Henry MillerWhy can't you leave well enough alone just long enough for it to make its own miraculous escape…
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One day my wife got so mad at me she raked her fingernails down my face.
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The phone rings. The oven beeps./
The locomotive whistles and howls.
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I thought of driving over there across town, steering with buttered hands.
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It is no easy thing getting noticed on Las Ramblas.
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She’s there, in a tin, loosely wound
beneath sepia tissue paper, a braid
to worry in your fingers.
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"It's time to move the chair..."
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This is the only time she feels she can be herself.
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Last Christmas Eve, my Nana shot my grandfather in the foot because he wouldn't stop boning the woman up the street. So on Christmas Eve, after Nana drank a bunch of those baby-sized Miller Hi-life beers, she went upstairs, got her pistol, and said, “I'm gonna…
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The one thing I believe in is collapse./
Abandoned buildings collapse. Civilizations//
collapse. Financial bubbles collapse./
Stars and galaxies collapse. Falling//
is something that comes quite naturally/
to puffed up things.
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Gossip Betty Martini divorces husbands when they least expect it. On a seeming whim, she pays a visit to dear Arnold, who keeps her papers handy in his top desk drawer. She initials here and there, signs with a…
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But if He makes you happy, stands/
as bulwark against the vast, indifferent/
and deadly universe, then cling to Him
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The young man is back again, solo,
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My poetry is bare, showing its pink and purplish imperfections and its injuries. I buy it a dress to hide its bruises, to ornate it a little, to make it smile. On its rather ugly and mishaped body, the dress looks comical, ridiculous, clumsy, like a bird with a broken wing.…
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The Street singer gathers up his coins
and counts to a hundred before
The last string stops vibrating
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captured by his lens and plates/
before humidity and hydrocarbons/
smudge the crisp clean lines
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feathered waves of tangerine peach
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There are things we must not say.
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They meant no harm when they flooded farms in its swirls and eddies
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The hairs on my arm lift with the breeze; a haunting breath from the open window carrying night-scented stock from the black-shrouded garden.
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Nobody looks for Gina between the hours of four and five. Her father is on swing shift for the rest of the summer; his two o'clock- dinner plates are soaking in a sinkful of scummy water. Her mother is fanning herself in the shade of the wisteria, most of her…
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