1838 14 10
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She wouldn't have been the first.
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1838107
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Behind the wainscoting, the mice scratch, struggling to keep warm.
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1838105
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I tell my doc I’m special, 1 in 1,000,000 special: unhitched, pushing 44, and knocked up. "Call Guinness," I joke, and fake jab his right arm. He puts his two hands over mine, smiles gently, like a father.
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183711
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Fingers fan like birds’ wings
cradling the volume,
head hanging low
and lips moving silently...
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1837179
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He deplaned Air France flight 9 from JFK to Charles de Gaulle airport at quarter past noon.
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183744
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It’s nice, but, it’s weird not being in love, or maybe in love, sometimes in love.
(Or, not in love. Frankly, we might be not in love.)
Or, both of us might be. Or, only one of us might be.
(Good lord, I hope it’s never me.)
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183721
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How old is he anyway? 35? Maybe 40? Old—but in a good and sophisticated way. Everyone says he’s good-natured and generous, Mr. John-just-like-a-movie-star-Wagner.
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183711
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Here is “Adrien Brody” through a Freudian lens: Calloway wanted to fuck her father. She flew to New York City to fuck a version of her father who has a name similar to an actor with an interesting nose and a lot of talent. Neither Calloway nor the actor n
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183744
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I am the Poet Laureate of my bedroom
I am the Poet Laureate of 6065 Chabot Road, Jokeland
I am the Poet Laureate of the Loser Café
I have wind in my shoes if not my hair
I am the Poet Laureate of Karmic Impulses
Of tabloids and gossip
I am
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183772
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Can't cope.
Got no hope.
Got no dope.
Call the Pope.
Get the rope.
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183620
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Just thinking aloud, really. And by aloud, I mean typing for someone to read haha.
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183600
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The unfanged obscene had finally caught him in the night.
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1836189
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They left me on a gurney for hours...
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1836106
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I saw/
star shine in/
my silver pail
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1836115
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Marge came home with a Doors CD.
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1836108
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Do you think that’s a good idea, you said. Sure, I said, as the men coiled up the anaconda and put it in a second truck that had arrived. You don’t think anyone will wonder what our motives are?
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183542
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There’s a problem with falling for a mostly straight girl. And by mostly straight, I mean, when you and I met at the Christmas cocktail dress-up party a year ago, you in red spandex with white fur trim and me in my straight-from-work black slacks and grey
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1835134
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Sun strikingGolden snow glistens Across empty fieldsLong winter shadowsTrees like fingers The morning in their grasp
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183554
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1835127
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The calls come in a few times a week. When the unknown someone calls Safety Now, Radon Testing and Elimination Headquarters, Mrs. R. wonders who it is that just sits silently on the other end of the line. She wants to say, "Look, if you're a bill colle
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183530
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I was a Cub Scout, and the face of God was a joke that was told to my little pack. The joke went as thus:
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18351410
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Sid, the owner of the red convertible, always slept with his twin Lhasa Apsos, Helpless and Hopeless. He was an early riser and took his “girls”, as he called them, out for a brief walk, yes, and also he was up early to take his morning penicillin because he…
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183567
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The wind is wet today I can't tell you where sky meets sea only that it matters I can't explain why. I've triedCan't see the horizonbut I know that we have drawn itfingers tracing far pastthe edge of blind infinitywhere we sang stars to sleepand pinned our…
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1834198
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Evening was drawing nigh and Mosby's horse had tired from the daylong ride.
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183422
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Pauleen tries to split open her legs because she doesn’t understand how to love someone without them.
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183460
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Tonight, Bukowski and I drink together.
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183400
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If you want job security on this planet, you'd better study art.
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183444
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The litany of tough decisions scrawled on. Stencil Gucci on no-name jeans. Buy cheap chocolate and scrape the name off. I looked over and watching the saliva encrusting in the corner of Larry’s mouth, my heart sank.
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183491
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it’s women i’ve loved/
or men i owe money
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183410
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"So" he started, which troubled me enough to turn back around and make such focused eye contact that I did not even notice his glass was again full, "you wanted to talk?"
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