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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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That morning, four children appeared in front of the train, which was ready to depart
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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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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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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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“How scared?” Mikey said, not wanting to find out, and already looking pretty nervous.
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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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A jollier zombie you shall never find. You must trust me on this!
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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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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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dicks, skulls and upside down crosses
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We want our lives even-cut, …
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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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I flung the basketball at the hoop and Cooper shagged the ball. He was the luckiest bastard I knew. ...
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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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Here I am in the city where we walked side by side, you had driven a great distance and lost your way somewhere where exits left the highway from both directions and unpredictably.
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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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Moon Boy sits atop the hill's crest and watches Moon Girl.
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There was an ownership about the makeshift carnival. There was a therapy there.
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where is the magic at?
the spit
the dirt
or the words?
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I look at that wall, it has piss-stain yellow paint and water scars from several years of leaky pipes. I say I wouldn’t mind that, if he took out some of that wall.
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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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This weekend was supposed to be about intellect and soul-mating, but, like all others, it's turned into body and longing. You sit in my passenger seat and I let you smoke in my wee car with the windows rolled down. We've come from a wedding, a fairy ring, a…
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He asked me to bury him in Vegas.
Instead, I had him cremated in Trenton.
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