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"Look, Ted, I'm on a timer. It's really hell here, you can't imagine. And I have a chance to get paroled early, if you do me a solid."
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"What is a vageena?" I wanted to know.
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I've measured out our time togethersealed it in airtight bottlesthe one labeled 1998 kept closelike smelling saltsOne whiff a camphor waking memaking me high on the idea of usputting blinders on your infidelitiesdouble vodkas and damaging wordsAnd when that isn't enoughI…
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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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And Mickey said to the reporter, "I wrote a play for Richard. It is the wild play I performed with Richard. I think he will like this shit."
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said you loved me
told some jokes
aren’t you dying?
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The signal sets the faint young boys into motion
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"Did I have a choice? Could I just open my eyes, did I have to ‘see’ as he was telling me now I could? I decided to go for it. What did I have to lose? This was all a dream, too much driving to get here, too much reunion, too much food, too much beer. Or
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dicks, skulls and upside down crosses
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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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I stand at the edge of the water naked as a newborn. Tiny ripples lick my toes.
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I am reaching out at you, to you from the nest. From the nest, please come to the nest, to see me and to hear my life story. From the nest I go, and then I arrive at the nest, suddenly, just in time to be…
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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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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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take back all the falderal
and friggin' fiddle dee dee
take back the mad murmuring
of ten minutes ago
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I thought each day died inside the clock.
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Moon Boy sits atop the hill's crest and watches Moon Girl.
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There is a push-up on the ceiling. I don't know how to get it down. I've tried hitting it with a broom. That just made it blow steam. I asked my wife, did you do push-ups on the ceiling? She did. Why? It's easier up there. The cat doesn't bother me. Well, you left…
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Matthias Fenstermacher loved onions, but hated slicing them, and so he labored to produce a tearless variety. His first attempt was indeed tearless--instead of weeping, the slicer was overcome by fits of uncontrollable giggles. The potential hazard was
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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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After she died, clearing out her safe deposit box at the local bank, I found more numberplates.
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When Kat returned home from The East Street Wars, she learned that her epileptic lover, White Dog, died from madness
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Also in development,/
the anatomically perfect robot/
pool boy and naughty maid,
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The younger woman asked Scott if he loved Jesus.
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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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I flung the basketball at the hoop and Cooper shagged the ball. He was the luckiest bastard I knew. ...
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