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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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"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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We want our lives even-cut, …
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I awake one morning to find that still,
the leaves continue to fall.
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Like many little towns, ours has an archive. It is a catalog of everything that happens.
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an ominous figure of fear and grace a ball moves back and forth
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Guys on safari wearing safari jackets shoot things all day, things with funny names …
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Someone will labor to keep it alive/
although the body will want but/
to return to random particles
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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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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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I thought each day died inside the clock.
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People suck. They suck you down, and if you're not careful, they'll ruin you.
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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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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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Having sex with her there made me feel like a child molester, I said. She said it made her excited.
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I was Orson Welles skulking in the shadows and you Alida Valli;
our time measured like footsteps advancing on Gethsemane.
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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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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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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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I stand at the edge of the water naked as a newborn. Tiny ripples lick my toes.
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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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what is raised up must rest on its foundation.
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Half-pint Ball canning jars, each labeled in earnest capital letters, took up a whole wall of Teeny’s bedroom. Inside each jar was air she had collected from some place important to her life.
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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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