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There’s not enough cigarette cloud to conceal her, malnourished and pale beneath blue and pink lights that summon 80s-era skate rinks. She saunters towards the center of the stage, asking her bored expression to convey detachment, while a DJ that fits the
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poets can kill, or at least they once could:/
perhaps poems tamed us, if they are any good.
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She was in love with a boy whose eyes were so brown that she sat stopped in the restaurant at the anniversary dinner with the spoon in her slow chocolate fondant. Out of the corner of her eye, around the back of her head, under the table knees knocking
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I turn up the music and slip into drone, rock it like a tunnel in canary. When that does not erase his face, I cup my breast with one hand and let my hair fall.
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He checks the bedrooms first,
then the hallway,
followed by the living room
and the bathrooms.
When he can't find you he takes to calling out,
daddy,
I'm sure the neighbors hear.
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Once, when I had not talked to you in a long time, I woke with your name in my mouth.
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Phoebe-Lou Adams wrote this of them
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They stood at the intersection waiting for the light to change so they could cross the highway.
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He’d been wishing for months that he’d bought a retro clothing store. He would have called it HARRY’S HOARY HOSERRY. He would have met a better class of women.
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—with spinster goddesses in the middle of things / circling looms.
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“Sometimes when I feel the urge to create, I don’t know whether to grab my paints, my camera, my guitar or my pen.”
“You could have sex,” her friend, sitting in the desk next to hers, joked.
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Poor kid. She didn't mean to leave my business card on her kitchen counter next to the telephone. It was a mistake.
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PORNOGRAPHY First He went across the floor to where she sat. One sleeve of her shirt dropped to show her shoulder, salted and brown. One hundred fish filled the wave. Now, he said. Now is now. Second The car wouldn't…
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They gave Lee a bunch of morphine in the ambulance and he came to vaguely, murmuring shit about God and mermaids.
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The courtroom smelled a lot like mold and it was hot as you could imagine. I sweated through my shirt and wondered if he wasn’t dying under his robe. He looked down at me from his bench and I just knew he was going to call me a commie and sentence me to l
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The custard of eternity is scooped into
the quantum cone of knowledge and drips
out the bottom one lifetime at a time.
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I've come to the Playboy Mansion on a mission of mercy. Hugh Hefner, my good buddy, has just lost two girlfriends in a single day!
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He says, You think too much and he grins a grin that has all of the attic keys on a wrought iron ring, on a chain.
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Leonard didn't know that cute girl well, hardly at all, but he really wanted to. She was his first real crush in Junior High. He got his chance and talked to her some one day while they were walking down the hall between classes. She actually spoke to him first. The bell…
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Mid-Dawn//Mid-Dusk -- Wait for me.
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This is Jorge. He was a good little monkey. And always curious.Like the time he and his friend, the man in the amarillo sombrero, had to fly to Japan. *Jorge sat by the window. Watched the ground get further away. Until they were above the clouds. He looked out…
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"There is something in the air. It makes people sick, makes them want to die. They
cannot inhale too deeply for fear that it will turn them mad."
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"Everything except food and sex."
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They say
it was like an elephant
married to a dove.
Imagine, me,
a dove!
Ridículo!
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They were starting to get winded. The boy, his father and his little brother were hiking up a hill, cutting a diagonal path through hay-colored grass towards an outcrop of craggy boulders below the hill's summit.
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This is a wife pregnant with spiders
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A plague of dykes mattered not. This spider-girl had driven the world of thought from Borden’s mind.
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Here they come, those witnesses.
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To what better worlds remain.
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