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That morning, four children appeared in front of the train, which was ready to depart
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When we were on the road coming back out to California, along the Lewis and Clark trail somewhere near Cardwell, Montana, I remember thinking life was like leaping through flames while reading poetry and drinking rotgut red wine. This was what life was, a
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"Being honest with me," said her teacher, "will hopefully allow you to be honest with yourself--writing is about being honest, and articulating that honesty."
It sounded like a riddle, and her teacher looked at her with the sanctimony of a wizard.
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He is drilling the door of a safe to access the keys he locked inside.
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Within a day, she had a scummy apartment which belonged to the government. It had cockroaches, which she was not used to. They churned her stomach, repulsive little things. Not even creatures. Two brains, she'd read: one in the head, one in the ass.
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I flung the basketball at the hoop and Cooper shagged the ball. He was the luckiest bastard I knew. ...
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That night he dreamed about a duel with toothbrushes....
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The man went into his backpack and pulled out his book of crossword puzzles. The deluxe edition with fifty percent more puzzles for free. It had been an impulse buy from the bookstore, cost him four…
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I remember being sent a picture once from one of my old roommates, Louise, back in Chicago where I came from. The photo was taken when she’d come out for a visit to California. In the picture I am sitting on the front stairs of my house in the Rockridge
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The air has its dark confessional, and I have mine. Hot is called raw by some, hate mixed with malice for others. I am only separated by this dark window of time from you, but you never feared the lovely or the lonely.
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My head was swimming with nicotine, the coldness of the first snow, and unfinished love thoughts.
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I wrote this during a poetry workshop at the Atlantic Center for the Arts with Carolyn Forché. January, 2015. So much more has happened since that stunning week.
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Some of them are notorious tweakers. Nobody epitomizes the cowboy-outlaw biker more than the ironworkers, who are wired on Black Beauties they sell on breaks.
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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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If I wanted cautious I wouldn't be in her bed. She would only sleep with her husband. Adultery is not for pussies. So I dive back into the conversation which has made my dick limp and ask where I'm wrong in our post-coital chatter and she says it doesn't
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The Numbers will never romp up the stairs from the laundry room to slip warm socks on your feet on a winter’s night.
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Born, he stood up. He wore nothing as often as possible
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Waking in the middle of the night, tangled in the hotel sheets, I wanted to hear the story again: their pilot friend, the war, his specialty. "It's just a screw, son," Dad said, "nothing exotic."
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Moon Boy sits atop the hill's crest and watches Moon Girl.
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Never touch David Letterman's neck!
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I took it in my hands and used it on my lips. The taste was just hers: her touch, her smell, her breath in the winter nights. She was in this. Everything we had was in this tube.
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dicks, skulls and upside down crosses
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We want our lives even-cut, …
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Susan was twenty-four when it happened again, but she had neither the patience nor the attachment to see it through.
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Also in development,/
the anatomically perfect robot/
pool boy and naughty maid,
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Hunger only makes people hungry, but bad hair can ruin your whole day.
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"Merry Christmas, Willie."
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I can confirm nothing/
but impressions of the world//
that appear beyond my/
body’s reach.
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