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With such demeaning precarity, I can’t read/
anything more than a thousand words
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If we thought that love was gone
that out of sweetness none remained
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181411
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He introduced himself as Jimmy Stamps and shook my hand with the confidence of a man who is Microsoft Windows certified. Reeking of vodka and Swisher Sweets he proceeded to expatiate on the virtues of X
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He hung up and I sang some whiney lyric about wanting him back. You know the songs that say the same shit: I’m an idiot. Love me anyway. I’m Velcro with nothing to stick to and you’re a nappy surface that gives me a reason to exist.
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"Cooperation and sharing could eliminate poverty."
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A cow wanders onto a roof and falls through the skylight. It's a calamity, but such an innocent mistake. Mightn't you amble onto a rooftop once upon a full winter snow in Vermont?Another cow climbs a gravel mound in…
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The one thing my father told me that I want to believe is true . . .
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Someone had shown me a page on the internet where writers could have their stories analyzed, seeing whose work their piece was similar to. Normally, I only went on the computer to find apartment listings and pornography.
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After only a few months’ practice I am able to dive deep within myself. Inhale. A millisecond stop and I am under the surface. I know there is something here within myself – some treasure that I have come to find.
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What purpose other than misery/
can cancer serve? And Parkinson's,/
AIDS, and STDs?
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The Americans don't want us. They want knowledge. They want to eat with us. They want technology and weapons. They want the results of research they themselves are too craven to perform, answers to questions they ask themselves in whispers, in the dark. T
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—You must be joking, he laughed.
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When I was 10 or 11, some people thought that my father was my grandfather, that my brother was my father, and that my mother was my sister!
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“How scared?” Mikey said, not wanting to find out, and already looking pretty nervous.
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he told me to be careful,my feet may bleedI watched him walk up and down the path,occasionally bendingwhy?carpenter nails, pieces of broken shinglesall along the pathnow I know why
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“Let’s see that great big telescope of yours,” she exhaled hotly, “I want to grind your lenses!” The doctoral candidate dutifully stood between her and his massive telescope so her hands would encounter some instrumentation with no optical components.
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Wind pummeled me awake, smelling of pine and some quality of newness I could not identify...
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181221
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the champagne foam cascades like cherry blossom ensnared in the first gales of spring
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Each person in each car could be poetic/
Duende, but they look at each other and ask/“Did you fart?”
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181211
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Her ghost/kept coming back/to Hamlet
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181211
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My best friend died yesterday. His name was Franklin Seever, but we all called him Lin. It started when we were in Little League. There were two Franklins on the team so Coach, who was my dad, called the fat one Frank and my best friend Lin.
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We were just as bourgeois as Bloomingdale’s, one generation past canned ravioli dinners with cheap white bread.
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Assimilated wheat germ
integrated ant worm
the capital of brazil.
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a Ferris wheel gently rocks
its last riders
then dumps them to the ground.
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It was hard to believe that, even very recently, there had been first days of school where nothing happened.
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181111
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I’d made it to the motel parking lot when I heard the footsteps. A sombrero may make me look good, but it does shit for my hearing, so the bastards were able to scoop me up real quick. The first one gave me a hard slap on the top of the head with an opene
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he thought of her / longingly
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Lean closer, she smiles, smell my perfume let yourself be taken to a wild forest where owls grow and trees fly.
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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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