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this one was abandoned... a splinter left under the skin, pushed out by protective flesh
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133800
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We've got our gang colors on because we're out for retribution. T.S. Eliot made an appearance at a writer's conference on De-Privileging the Dead White Male last night, and the head of a low-residency poetry program tossed hot green tea on him.
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133884
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Under no circumstances can you say "fuck" when you're working in a public library.
Especially in the junior room.
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133810
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It wasn't until about 2:30 that my hairpiece began mauling small children.
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13382015
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over tea & saltineshe read melike an obituary
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13381211
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Coward, cuckold, she taunts: So be it. He's not a young man anymore, nor as clever as he once was, or thought.
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133853
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My sweet baby angel has baby hair Baby angel has a golden cross lit looking at the crystal pig and kind mare The drowning unicorn comes from the waves in fits. My sweet baby angel has baby talkBaby angel has a diamond shape scarburied heart shaped…
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133831
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behind the curtainof a ballsy fragilitythere lives an easethat was not easythere exists a gracethat is not always gracefulbeauty can maskcheekbones that sometimes look sadwhen they are smilingeven grin determinationneeds downtimethe prize is still thereeven if the eyes…
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133866
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Driving up to the Palisades after 9/11 for a meteor shower
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133852
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I considered explaining that the universe is still evolving and changing, but the look on her face said GENESIS ONE.
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133874
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This part of her digital garden is not impressive, slightly sloppy, even haphazard. However, her avatar is an attractive woman with good make-up.
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13381512
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You anchor the real
You make love to the true
I am bound to you in consecration
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133800
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13371514
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You need buttered broths and to
copy old writings by hand by
very poor light.
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133799
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Requires one of those leaps.
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13371716
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That night he dreamed about a duel with toothbrushes....
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133731
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We learned to dance beneath a gazebo / in Spring Lake Park / We were fourteen
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The squirrels will not stop peeing on the trees.
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1337127
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my space heater throws a pale orange light
my white candles flicker in the middle of the night
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I like how you completely disappeared inside a undetermined and yet planned point of pretty view, like a rabbit with a chained pocket watch, like a stunned, frozen bird with a still burning bullet in its tinyfeathered brain. You could say that one…
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13372013
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There is always a new battle waiting and new innocents to die but the Flying Man's heart is never divided.
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1337155
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I thought, what are we talking about? Botox?
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1337157
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It is a sunny day in the autumn of the patriarch.
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133783
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45s I’ve kept wrapped in newspaper in the attic. These are all mine. Some doubling up in sleeves. Some pushing tears in the seams.
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133763
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Bootsy awoke with a hangover that only brain surgery could cure, a hangover that caused a seam to open in the known universe, leaving Bootsy on one side while all other matter sped away, away.
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133665
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Nor woke, as always, to a dark room smelling of the lavender she kept in little bottles to perfume the otherwise stank air. Outside, she could still see the edge of the moon hanging there like a lopsided smile. The early summer wind blew in and stirred the faded floral…
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133600
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They stride the earth of their own accord, knocking down bridges, buildings— obliterating whole towns with each pendulous swing...
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13361710
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I write to make visible my small/
assertions against impermanence.
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133685
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What kind of person would she be remembered as if she died over night and someone looked in her freezer? She took out a package of bacon from the freezer that was dated 2009.
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Andalusia I. partners in sunset the hawk and I in ballet ..............................he:..........the small flame in the wind ..............................I:............the last tremor of grace the…
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