1714 11 6
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She thinks she trusts this man; she wants to trust him. His face reminds her of a man who once took care of her on an airplane when she was a kid traveling by herself.
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1714102
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Time
Holds
Ultimately
Nothing
Dear
Except
Reunion
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171442
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when the sun goes down alone
vice is forgotten in the night wind
your lover's voice
on the phone
held fast in the balance
of gravity and momentum
overcoming inanimate objects
and the unknown
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17142214
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The night we crossed the Madres my father stuffed his Stetson full of cash.
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1714208
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Phoebe-Lou Adams wrote this of them
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1714105
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"She had been warned." (this started as a fun alien story and then took a human turn.)
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171440
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She collects slowly
The pieces
Each one
Heavy with grief
Precious and
Also bitter
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171410
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I don't really know, though. I've been locked in a beer cave for the last ten years of my life. I was just let out by some frat boys who were looking for Natty Light.
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1714109
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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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17132010
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Their bodies, ripe uncovered flesh, had begun to erode, the edges of their limbs and cores bitten, taken by the wind in small pieces, flaking and tearing, some parts sliding, falling away.
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171300
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As children we invent games and we're really creative. We concoct ridiculous rules and enjoy making adaptations to them. And everything makes sense. Then you grow up, lose creativity. You don't invent games anymore. Recess is replaced with a second…
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171374
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“Lunge to your right,” the woman on the screen instructs. She is easily six-months pregnant but still looks fit and healthy. “Now show off your baby.” She centers herself, splays her arms, and thrusts her belly out towards us. “Lunge to the left. Now show
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1713114
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Billy had crystal blue eyes A small mouth And long hair to cover up his Hearing aids. He told me once, with his hands How he liked to submerge His head in water and yell So loud he could feel it. "I can hear myself that way," he…
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171345
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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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17131715
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He had coal black hair the day he died. He claimed to be part French, no doubt the offspring of a Swedish girl and a French soldier, although Ole did not mention this.
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171365
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I know she's a dog person, as she owns one.
“No, my asshole ex-boyfriend wanted one and then he left me with it.” she admits, then adds,
“I don't even like dogs. All dogs are needy.”
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171397
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"Think of every sexual partner you've ever had. I'm nothing like them. Unless you've ever slept with a bulimic German cellist called Elsa."
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171340
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I don’t know what to make of this new territory we have stumbled into neither by accident, it seems, or design. Is there a map to be found?
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171230
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He was dead when he tried to wake up.
“Wake up,” he yelled silently to himself, although it didn’t sound silent to his voice.
“Brr, brr, brr,” shouted his alarm clock as it glared two red fives, a colon and a seven
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171240
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“Hey,” I begin, a naughty smile breaking across my face before I can get to the punchline, “Want to drive around flipping off anyone with a Romney bumper sticker?”
Kaleb chuckles and beams at me. It seems everyone likes a good girl turned naughty.
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171200
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He came to us with wandering tales of wild things
Savage, biting, slashing, tearing
A violent voice boomed becoming of beasts
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17121812
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She had loved sleeping in Todd’s arms at night, hearing the soft tinkle of crystal above her when cool drafts moved through the house, his hand wandering over the swell of her belly.
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17121010
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If he doesn't bite, I'm out of here.
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171100
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but still whisper the brick /
and mortar details in both ears /
at once, twice.
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171166
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Little rambling soul,/kind guest, friend: leave me laughing,/pallid stiff, and bare.
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171181
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She had a strange name which I am ashamed/
To have forgotten, seven times, maybe nine,/
Her lips transgressors, wet with sourapple ...
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1711104
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Again, that was not the man I once knew. If they were taking Las Vegas odds; I should be the one dealing with this first.
Why was it him and not me?
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171165
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They’re persistent, I’ll give them that. They keep coming. And coming and coming.
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1711118
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The wind has no voice
and yet we listen,
perhaps imagining the ramblings
of a mad man
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1711217
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55 words, slightly naughty
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