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In the St. Mark's Bar and Grill romance is a speedy thing, a blurred whir of grope, kiss, connect. The tricky thing is timing: to leave in time for the boozy love of the hour to carry through to full, naked contact. Some succeed of course. Others overstay, hang past the…
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19831615
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• Don’t confuse the virtues of bananas with the virtues of banana bread
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It's the little things that trip us
up: a small hole in a level field,
an innocuous root in a well-trod
path, a disinclined sidewalk...
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I'd kill a gas attendant in Playa Del Mar.
You'd read stained romance novels in motel rooms, while I oiled the gun and laughed on the phone, to no one.
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he thought of her / longingly
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In all my marriage stories, I am both victim and hero.
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Sharpie marked, Free Still Works
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Lou Reed was sitting in CBGB,
I was sitting on Greenwich Ave. and West 10th street.
I didn't know him then and I didn't know him later either,
but we were both there.
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Unseen, he slides through cracks, unbound, liquid fear of mothers.
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The woman carried a wooden log which was her husband into the house.
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One day we turn a corner, and two fat little doggies spot us and come running up. Oh, they are so glad to see us!
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The blood is memorable/
as is the copper taste of that/
momentary certainty of lockjaw.
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you think it knows about getting us as far as wehave, to the here we are now boathouse where we can stop holding onto our worldweary chains so much. How else can I slap this thing into a new clay pot for you? All those things that are…
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I could have written her as is with long bushy hair, skinned knees, overhauls, blueberry stains on her fingers and teeth because she eats them too much. I love her better this way, blueberry-stained and wild....
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Hey, Y'all! Like I told y'all, I checked myself into this what you call a “ facebook Rehab Clinic” up here just about 40 miles outside of Kalispell, Montana in a little town called Gulag. I quit MySpace and that got me a reduced rate. Things are…
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Brian takes off his size eleven shoe and shakes it out on the table.
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homelessness, you called the lie,
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It's time, more than anything
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The boy giggled, splashing his father and howling at the cold.
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She was as distant as Mao, someone I never met, but whom everyone carried in their eyes,
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I was squatting in the living room at the party handling foreign currency. Two W.A.S.P. men in dark grey suits—we were partygoers new to each other—told us to keep the money. We removed the bills from a black leather album.
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Christine comes back from the future looking tired, which is the opposite of what I expected. For some reason, I imagined the future as being invigorating. But she walks into the apartment and abandons her suitcase by the front door, collapses into a heap on the couch next…
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I still want to kill Allan, because he now is unseen
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19721616
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There's a mirror in front of me and I thought it was so I could see myself, but I didn't want to see me.
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I am experience and information//
at a small but irredeemable remove.
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Unless we see it, probe it,
Name it, star by star, and feel
This awful, tenuous gratitude.
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Under nervously flickering fluorescent lights / your name will grow / fed by the tongues of Those Who Never Leave
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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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