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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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Shadows skipped across the bedroom wall at 80 km/hour. It wouldn't be so bad if people wouldn't use their high beams but it's the price you pay for living on a dark highway with low property taxes. “How do you sleep in here?”…
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It's a lie, it doesnt mean anything this, only that my lips are ripe and soft.
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In the desert, among mauve flowers growing feverishly in the ochre sand, a bone, completely bare. Without underwear, without a shirt, nothing. White as a small cemetery ghost, eroded with age, the weather, the vicissitudes of life. It was a femur. I put it on my desk to…
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The vet sat with a young woman and old man on a bench in the waiting area. The vet talked like a machine-gun, giving post-surgical instructions for the care of a dog as the woman petted the back of her father who was trembling like…
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because you pay/
for it to matter to me.
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Scraping the baked on Bar B Q sauce from the grabbing ends of the stainless steel tongs has my total attention.
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In the summer that my mother returned from wherever she had gone after her divorce, she and I moved to a large, old farmhouse high on a hill, far from the town where I had grown up. The farmhouse was over a hundred years old and no one had lived in it for…
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Over a decade of late nights and alcohol fueled anger, and still, sometimes some image or smell would click the panic button,
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We got this new group man--it's dynamite! I'm up front--no more bass--just front man--and this cat Jack on lead and Stokes the drummer and this outasight piano--he used to be with the Dead--
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He switched off the light. His wife was breathing softly. At her bedside he told her of her friends the roses, of the pretty carnation brooch he had pinned on her silk scarf, of her coquettish hat which fitted her so well. Small, simple and bright memories the heavy night…
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was yesterday’s dawn breaking in the high sky/ meant for us?
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fetal position can make a man seem small. harmless. like the child your womb won't carry...
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The neighbor kids start, we join in–
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Compartments trickle together/
in light diffuse and unreliable./
Fortify yourself against the day.
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I am sitting on our porch in the middle of the night. I can't sleep. The stars look like runway lights. Out of boredom, I reach out my hand to connect the distant dots. The tip of my finger hits…
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No fuckin' way, Maude. Excuse me, but you know I can't stand that bag of wind. No way.
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The people with the lucky faces Are always sneaking out more credit For everything than they deserve. Maybe They are right, maybe it's our fault For buying into the myths of the Land of mirrors. The people with the Lucky faces haven't…
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Stories Around People An Event Facebook lived in midtown, for there the people and windows shone like water. Though it would board the bus—1 day—and ride to the sea, where people said words like sea and where the city shone in the waves…
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The moon poured more/
light into the sky/
yet we kept on talking
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We left Louisville two weeks after daddy died...
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Frankly, I would rather die than have my diary published. Now that everyone in the whole world knows Anne’s deepest secrets, I’m sure she would want to kill herself anyway.
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Essences of bull and bison,//
stag and horse, illuminate/
the stony underground.
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When exactly does cheese go bad? it simply does not, I say.
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1. The clouds and the shadows of the clouds. The early light, like the night undressing herself revealing pink beneath, underneath the glory and the intimacy like early love made of arms only arms fingers and…
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