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I avoid weddings like the plague.
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by myself next to just one wide-eyed moment of wild blued out ocean. You know the one I mean. I don't want to have to speak to you, or even- alone- to myself. I'd like to be left inside the poem it makes me feel without having to get up and pee every…
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“Hrrumph!” was almost audible as she turned/
to sniff behind the chifferobe for fresh/
green trophies.
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We've talked often about that night, where six hours of our life disappeared, about our shared experience, and the big question of why.
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What would you do today if you knew your time was up
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My little friend is no bigger than a minute. An even five feet tall, if that.
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meditation and thoughts run in circles
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Columbus Avenue, I’m the tense union of poor city rich city/
gentrification.
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We eat, sleep, play Scrabble on our iPads, and go down to breakers at sunrise and sunset. The sunset is spectacular.
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The cataclysm of all those photons/
mad to be a part of you
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Sixteen hundred hens / suffocated / during the collection
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Brian stands. The edge of the tablecloth goes up with him, clings to his belt buckle, so he must beat it down. Everyone looks at him. The two old ones at the end glare at him coldly, four stupid eyes.
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the two become one where/
all things end,
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After the show they talked at the famous comedian, reaching the way they do, with their arms. Their arms are curved a good way, a better way than the older white planes of my own.
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"Check out these dudes,” he says. “They're all wearing kilts. Not that there's anything wrong with that, as long as they're wearing underwear.
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It was only when blood began to drip onto the page that he realized he'd been hit.
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The end is rehearsed over and over;/
in a world without heaven all is farewell.
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Tomorrow the authority smashes. Tonight we march, splash, carve letters in wet paint from room to room until steel blades bend. The letters will tilt in shadows gliding over the walls to mask our tales born of fractured wrists and the ghosts, our keepers.
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the bodies of the poor become/
a simple logistical problem,/
disposable as any gnawed bones
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now the days are empty
and time has lost its head
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a poem about things exploding/burning down/scattering for miles.
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No one has touched me for a long, long time and I believe that is why I am dying. This is a notion that is new to me but it has persisted over the last few weeks and I believe I finally have apprehended the truth. There was a time, I remember all too well, when I might…
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...it was moving toward me from an oblique angle somewhere behind, steadily, relentlessly.
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she lifted and threw her legs out the open
side front window of the speeding auto
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She said, “I think I’m pregnant,” but I thought that the sidewalk looked cleaner than usual,
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We hold fast to the bed’s corners, afraid our bodies, these new old bodies, have forgotten how to love in its center.
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One rainy day I walked to an out-of-the-way section of town where the buildings were old, and the streets were cobblestone.
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When we go to the streets/
we’ll have no guns
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