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I don't know how long I was down on the curb. When I came around it took several minutes to realize that it wasn't the moon overhead at all but a street light and the sticky feeling stuff I was lying in was, yeah, my blood. And the hand on my shoulder wasn't hers. I…
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A woman with fallen breasts is attempting to hang her laundry on a string. Two tall men mount horses and ride them into the meadow. A squad of children wrap themselves around a playground.
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What a beautiful Thing / Urine is
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The body is an endless safari
filled with rhino sightings
and encounters with antelope.
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1. Everyone disappears.2. Stars map themselves.3. The moon fills her bathtub over and over. You can't watch it for too long or you go mad, shouting, "Just get in, get in!"4. The ghosts of certain broken poets stand under apple trees and lean their hands on the…
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He runs a mail-order business from a storefront and distributes a catalog of disappeared things.
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One sneaker in the middle of the A-Plus Pawn lot...
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On a night in 1952 he walked her home in the freezing rain, past the nativity in front of St. Mark's, sharing his flask of schnapps. Look, my fingers are prunes, she said. He kissed her hands and said, Let's name our firstborn Adlai. She laughed and said, No. Dwight.…
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I didn't go to China, however. I would have gone there in debt wearing their clothing. I was afraid to owe even $4,000 (what I still owe) living overseas.
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dos equis ambar
sits cool and dark
by my side
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Have you ever spent twilight in a old pasture?
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So I went to see the wrinkled
and rumpled poet, who insisted
on reading from memory, stumbling
through his sheaf of poems.
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The day after falling in love,
I became unmoored from everything familiar.
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A little poem about prison
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I sit down next to a youngster on the couch. “Would you like to see?” she asks. “See what?” I reply....
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Write a poem in which your father is a dog and you are his leash.
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He trembled as she splayed open his palm...
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If love could only by heat be bound
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The Strongman used to weep alone in hissingle dusty tent at night, all of uscould hear him, sobbing, thinking about theone incredible time in his mostlymiserable life he accidentallybrushed his thick arm…
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A figure left the building.
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Rain and wind and the pecking of birds
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She was as beautiful as flowers in a dream
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“Have the cousins arrived?”
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We descended directly from Charlemagne
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He doesn’t intend to lie after this. For now, he just wants to take in the sea and the quiet.
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the slow stretches across the horizon
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The night my husband became a transvestite, crows started dying. They fell from the sky like black umbrellas, hitting the ground with a thud. A rainstorm of birds. I figured it was a virulent strain of bird flu that drifted into the clouds and killed them
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