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Now his daughter was an American citizen and Max wanted only the chance to board the SS Maua and disembark in New York.
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I could call him. And be done with this waiting but I refused. I wanted him to not forget me first. To bring himself to remember me first before I'd give him the pleasure of my company.
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It is imperfect,/
eroded by the optics//
of light, space/
and orbital mechanics.
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i hear the boom boom boom
in the room room room
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I no longer go for walks without my bamboo stick. Tightly held in my hand, thin and light, it beats the invisible particles which try to land on me and bite. My face is hidden as in shame under a rough gag, my hands are getting rusty, missing the touch of other hands. My…
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Maybe it takes as much fortitude
To forget
As it does
To remember.
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Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder.
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but most times/
it’s just improvisation//
with phrases of unknown origin/
swirling in my head
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He gathers our abusive fathers, our esophageal tears, our peanut fetuses.
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. . . quit being so rigid, open up to the pasta.
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They wait for me every morningthese two furry four legged catswhen they hear my car,their eyes open wide and they nuzzle each otherin anticipationof the food I bring them
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My mind has started to finish thoughts at 77 Words. These are just a few.
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I am eternal/
as long as the power holds
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it was your hands—caked
with years-old clay & quaking
from too much solitude
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...he had that same grin, better than a racy French picture.
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Love free of independence is a savage, hungry beast
Phantoms grasping, sweating, gasping 'till her mind could not be freed
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He didn't hide it. He told her he was a mortician when he called. He had responded to her ad in the Lonely Hearts section of the newspaper.
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I will wrap up in quilts that still smell of summer sun
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Of only there were more like you,
I wouldn't be changing careers.
And my drawings would still be in magazines,
instead of on strange people's rears.
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This is the best kind of crime scene.
Spattered like gore from gunshots,
I'm left covered in trace evidence.
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The violin hung on the wall after that, a witness.
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Weddings, engagements etc.
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Once a psychologist told me a story
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Her pheromones were working overtime.
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Someone's ass should be kicked.
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They were discussing reincarnation,
what animals they would come back as.
"I'd be a vole," Cranshaw said. Is a vole
even an animal? Connie asked.
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in which a man who is bored with years of retirement poses a threat to himself and others
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I’ve forgiven my mother; she didn’t know what she was doing. She heard voices, had visions. She imagined herself to be a prophet named Helen when her real name was Marge. When she learned she was pregnant with me she scored some Thalidomide from my gr
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is every word is a small step takenaway from you that arcs back to me likea mamba's mouth. I'm not going aroundin place so much as running in circles. You can see my devilry here. You arethe truth here and that makes me the lie. You'renew morning. I'm much, much more…
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