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my God, I have no time, no time
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16801514
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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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167953
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Hunger only makes people hungry, but bad hair can ruin your whole day.
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The Viper turns so quickly that Father's grabbing hand now faces its head instead of its tail.
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167952
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Didn't he have like a frog
No lips so speak of, and the weathered lizard
Look of the frequently face-lifted?
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He arrives at the appointed hour, driving up the dusty road in his '68 Ford truck. On the side is stenciled “Sampson's Farrier Service.” He parks in front of the barn. Patience watches from the front porch, where she has just set down a…
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Black tagliatelle with squid and funghi porcini. He didn't understand why they called it a special, it had been in the menu since day one they had opened.
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A son packs his bag - bottled water, extra masks, and jerky. Mom paces behind him. “Don't go.”
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1679112
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I watched you knee deep in water with a little boy you were hitting.
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You took up residence on the dark side of things, a bolthole in a wind-flayed right angle of a tower block where pigeons and suicides tumbled blackly on the air currents. You set about drifting off from who you were on a tide of cheap whisky and bad poetry, graduating…
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16791914
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We all//
fall short and fail.
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fat furry marmots who play hide and seek
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167985
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For you I bring the circus, I reinvent
the shine
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167973
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Having read the poetry of Dennison
I hereby give up writing.
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It was with the departure of their last child that the Beazleys became grotesquely petty with each other.
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Here’s how you do it. First you get a ladder, a long one.
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A spark is a gouged word: stewed to annihilate, scrambled, botched in a pot to dry. Lead us to the quiver, let us tremble. Noon, we paw nails under rugs, run fingertips over books, rip cupboards from hinges and spiral open the machine, for the creature is near the roof or…
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How much do book editors earn? Peacock Love. (aww…)
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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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When God blessed creation, a ewe gave birth to Adam. When he cursed Satan, Eve hatched from a crocodile's egg.——In naming the animals, Adam marked them for death. His own name was a slow fire. Eve's was an inferno.——In the shelter of the Tree of…
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167862
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"What is a vageena?" I wanted to know.
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Melinda said forget the kegger last night, what we’re about to do will help you figure out whether you want to apply here.
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(I'd appreciate some feedback on this very weird story.) A Frosted Mini Wheat walks in to a bar...
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The thing was, though, she couldn’t shake the image of that dead dog she had found inside the black trash bag she thought could be first base, right before the twins said, Screw the game, let’s swing.
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You should have
marked that territory like a conquistador,
mounted him like an equestrian, left no
what-ifs in your wake.
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Lately he's been wanting to write about love...
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167862
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If we thought that love was gone
that out of sweetness none remained
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167853
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Commencons (let us begin) our deconstruction of la bouteille typique de shampooing (the typical shampoo bottle).
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He hasn't had a wedding ring in years. When George's knuckles began to swell — a little arthritis — his ring dug into his finger so bad his wife Loren took him to the ER and had it cut off. The ring, not the finger. He never knew there was a tool to cut rings,…
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