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"Jesus was a zombie?" I ask, shocked.
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Another Saturday in April. Another set of scars.
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I kept a journal
for so many years
I've forgotten
everything I wrote.
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What about the goons? Those criminals thwarted and left for dead in every action movie for the past thirty years. I'm sure at least a dozen survived the slaughters. I'm sure at least one or two came out if it reformed. This one who quit working for Columbian drug smugglers…
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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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[CAUTION: IF YOU ARE UNDULY "FIXATED" ON GOD, AMERICA, MOM, APPLE PIE, AND/OR BASEBALL ... YOU MAY WANT TO AVERT YOUR EYES!]
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It takes twelve years for the hot water to run out and your skin has not even begun to prune.
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175552
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I imagined the sun to be the moon and discovered it was not on a road trip in California where I noticed the sun on one side and the moon on the other.
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17551211
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Cellulite is legal to have, either way.
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At any moment, she'll come outside to pick up the day’s newspaper. He can see it resting beneath the blooming crape myrtle, its plastic wrapper glistening with dew.
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this reaching, this striving to love like it's there becoming something we need.
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1755159
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fat furry marmots who play hide and seek
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175521
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God forbid you should break one of the camps precious “rules,” which were more or less like the Ten F'ing Commandments around there.
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Bill (Gunnery Captain of the Left Hand Gun, HMM Plunderer), while not exactly obese, nor could a disinterested observer call him him rotund, was nevertheless the sort of man who'd never be caught by a famine unprepared. And because of this more than regulation…
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“Ol’ Betty has a nice set of headlights,” he says with a wink as he springs out of the recliner.
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Having read the poetry of Dennison
I hereby give up writing.
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Behind the plastic kitchen, where the special children sometimes sit, a large boy in tight dungarees had grabbed Stephanie's hair in one fist.
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She doesn’t answer. Ten minutes slide by unmolested in the anesthesia of cheap wine and resignation, the bouncers blurring and unblurring, the room dimming, quieting, the kaleidoscope of sundown giving way to the gentle sadness of candlelight.
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She called it phantom energy. She said it was costing us money every month. A few cents here and there, sure, but it all added up.
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You can use your shoelaces or an Ace bandage. Loop a belt around your neck and toss the loose end over a shower curtain or closet pole. Pull. Try to lift yourself off the ground.
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We are prisoners of anticipation.
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You were at a saloon on Water Street. Witnesses say. You were taken out of the place and put on a sloop against your will. Witnesses don’t say.
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They had been wintering on the Cape under gunmetal skies...
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Dad must have walked around with me 20 times, the store closed around us and finally he said I could have one. They were all in different poses and sizes, with black spots. Except one. One had silver spots.
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Particles flung by the sun
pierce us through, undetected
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In a corner of a neighbor’s land too stony to till Cob makes a mystery.
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