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Marylou's Baccalaureate

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In between ketchup-covered fries, a Quarter Pounder, and a vanilla shake, catty comments, and lots of laughs, Marylou slipped in her announcement, a grenade in a rose garden. “I'm pregnant,” she said.

Let This Be the Beginning for I Have Sin to Spread

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A crash, a loud tear screams through the house. A coffee table continues its dutiful life as a bitch.

Cradle

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Fingers fan like birds’ wings cradling the volume, head hanging low and lips moving silently...

(after Hemingway)

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FOR SALE. One prom dress, never worn. Size 18.

How?

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The poet paused Pen poised in hand A wrinkle on his brow He’d but to rhyme the final verse The only problem How?

Jean-Michel Basquiat Invaded My Dreams

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"the rum tasted of hibiscus blossoms"

Easy to Show

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“3.9 million dollars,” she whispered to the window.

GOING NOWHERE

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you may meet the man of your dreams.

COSMOGONY

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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…

Quasimodo Casanova

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After shooing away the filthy pigeons and closely inspecting the bench, he squinted with his good eye at a second-page article on noise abatement headphones.

Interview With a Pimp

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He went to the switchboard and rang one of the rooms. I moved away to a discreet distance so he could make his pitch in private, and soon he came back to the desk front. "He d-didn't like it much, b-but he said to s-send you up. Room 412."

Fluff

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I saw the little family that lives under the neighbor's backyard deck two weeks before while decapitating grasslets

ABSALOM

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He was still on the ground...

11 Bang-Bang

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The smell of candy and burn... /A patriotic prose poem for the fourth of July.

Catholics

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Sundays after Mass, Sister Edburga gathered the team in the shower room, we stripped naked in a circle, held hands and said a prayer we’d win our game. A boy no one knew walked alongside her with a box full of jockstraps.

how it felt to learn it would rain where you were.

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and that you once had / still sometimes sold savory pies out the side of a truck at renaissance fairs alongside your mum with her fake braid in a wrong color wrapped round her head. & you called the sky 'corrugated' or 'promising as a line of chorus g

I Saw the News Today, Oh Boy

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We are infused with fear and dread/ of the world we won’t engage/ except through flat screens and remotes,

It's True What They Say

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Pa grasps my fingers, odd because he's never held my hand and he's dead ten years anyway.

Birthday Boy

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The sound of it wasn't right in his head yet. When he said it aloud he didn't really believe it.

The She-Wolf of Leningrad

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The heavyset blind woman came into the art opening without a dog or a cane.

Crows on the Curb

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They perch on the curb in front of the factory, like so many rail thin crows exuding smoke from their haggard beaks. They've been here. They've been here a long while.

All there is

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You need buttered broths and to copy old writings by hand by very poor light.

The Martians Are Coming

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"I read a cute animal story yesterday," I tell them. "And I was filled with rage. I can't live like this. There must be no more bears, or hamster-bears, or manatees, being hopeless and depressed. There must be no more cute animal stories—ever."

In the Path of Mary

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She walks ahead, dropping matches as she goes. Grassland is consumed by flames and when I arrive all is wasted.

If The Fire Is Not In Your Apartment

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If you get crushed in New York City that's your own problem.

The River Flows

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powerless against the memory of the earth-bank and the river flows, through a susurrus field of a million quills

Swimming with Whales

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The plan was this: We would take our first vacation. My husband and I would take our 2 ½-year-old son Ethan and 13-month-old son Jonas to Mystic, Connecticut, a 90 minute drive from our home outside of Boston. We would stay at the Hilton, which was right near the Aquarium,…

Oedipus Speaks

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I don’t know what happened. One day I was in her room, groping the various drawers for hidden condoms, glimpses of women’s undergarments and I found a spectacular pair of blue lace panties

Loveletters

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The leadoff hitter must be comfortable accepting that he will almost never be the hero and will not be anyone's favorite and he will not be the baseball card that is traded for simply because his skills and abilities are subtle.

Not Lao-tzu's Magna Carta, xxxviii - xlv

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what is raised up must rest on its foundation.