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The clickity-click of poker chips spills out to the six of us waiting for a table. We're old college buddies, drunk since one this afternoon, sporting the ball caps our wives never let us wear. We brag. About our poker wins, how easy it is to read each other, how we can…
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Jane says to Roy, “What are you doing, Roy?”“Fuck off, Jane, I'm reading,” says Roy.“Well you could have just said so.”“I did.”“I mean just without—”“Yeah, well fuck off anyway.”“I've had…
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You generated coal light from your gait as easily as the new sun crawls through a sleepy forest, without worry over hot spillage, or who might be horribly blinded or grossly revealed or given visions in that rare moment of wet earth and…
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Steel beams. Welds painted over green. Yellow numbers of some sort. Old phone booths. Tags on the walls. I looked up and saw where bits of water fall down from the overpass. Pigeon up there. Washing his wings or something like that. Greyness. I was in a truck.…
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I worry for the daffodils/
and there optimistic yellow bursts./
I worry for the over-eager clover,//
prodigious green on crepe myrtles,/
even for the early green of nut grass.
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The line weights are spot on/
and the snap of lines is textbook/
for a discipline that died with AutoCad
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Tentacles hold fast to the small/
thrashing thing they believe is true//
which, devoured, once crushed/
completely still, turns into shit,
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There was something about his eyes that seemed more sly than happy. He looked like a teamster winking at a mayor who’d just paid him off to keep trucks rolling through Scranton.
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I asked him where he hurt and he said everywhere.
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I tried to talk, but only / whispers slithered out.
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Know what you’ll become? You’ll become one of those guys who masturbates in any single occupancy restroom that locks.
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Of course then I did it all over again. Got married, that is. Fortunately, this one worked out.
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She’s changed leaves to emeralds. Worn a shawl of inked birds’ wings.
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Myrna came home from her new, midnight shift, waitressing job at the Waffle House saying she was sorry but she couldn't take any more gray-haired Jesus-types with their dollar bills held high, releasing a few so they would flutter, as if borne by wings, onto the tables as…
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...galaxies burst into an infinite slide-show of the absolute... god?
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We wonder if this is how we tangled in our mother's womb: hands to feet to heart.
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His note said: “I’m sick of low attendance.”
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When the planes crashed,when the levees broke,when the ground shook,there was a song I dreamed of,humming subsonic,a chorus of voices and prayersuncorked like the little brown jugthat holds all the love and memories.In the outback, Aborigines believewe create the world by…
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All the years since, until this morning, I'd thought the actor was James Gregory.
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Train whistles in wintertime made him feel lonely.
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As American as hotdogs and apple pie...
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You should never have believed your daddy when he said a man with half a dog was better off than a man with no dog at all.
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I was always more comfortable with the ponies than you were / more comfortable with betting windows and two-dollar bills than you were
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I was desperate for a social life but I couldn’t go out because I was too embarrassed to smile.
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Those who don’t die, desire, descend. No song aloft arises from my irk. The seeing chieftain, not of sea, nor sand, nor boat, I till nightfall stammer alive, dig boneless trenches against tiding dregs and lathe, hunt, wallow, plow the hours, call in awei
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that moon does not think (unless mineral thoughts) . . .
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By the end of my Saturday night shift at the Oyster Bar I look like some kind of filthy nurse
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The two were huddled in a corner of an alley, joined by some others that I’m sure wandered into the darkness when they realized they were far from alone. That alley was the one off Market Street. I used to steal candy from the corner shop when I was nin
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Today I'm feeling fertilized by an egg—
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