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There are three ways I can love you, not even half of one more.
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In my upper room, a sermon/
was playing about sundry.
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Five o’clock, and Madame choosing her evening legs. Elizabeth assisting. Elizabeth will continue to assist until midnight, despite the chaos, at which point the authorities will tell her such assistance is no longer necessary.
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When it was time to leave, she lingered beside you,
bidding you to come again.
I flicked my cat, dog tail, indifferent.
She wanted to lick your cheek.
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184463
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During the day we search for truffles. I have a pig named Henry. He is a big help. He wanders the forest sniffing for truffles like a parable of porcine inquisitiveness. He knows what he is doing. He is not just a pig. Nor ordinary pig. He is a French pig
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Just take the mountain curves
as tightly to the inside and
as fast as surface conditions permit
and the road’s edge
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We fold it end over end, meeting in the middle where she takes it, and I let go...
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All I know about the futureis that every one alwaysgets to exactly where they are.
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I paused in case she said more. Then, “He’s very faint but he wants to talk.”
She leaned forward, chin almost resting on the grey-haired woman in front of her. “Tell him to shout.”
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I'll never be a Republican Megadonor or a Doomed Aviatrix. But I'm okay with that.
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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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Neglected long enough, uncalled for/
by the shrinking language of the day,//
my words abandon me.
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Her time was spent in its usual way, breakfast, pills, organizing and cleaning. It was just hours behind today; hence the late swim. She was proud she did it, that she went outside. She swam, moved herself in the pool, chilly as it was. The pump made a wa
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Although radiation and chemo rendered him a wraith...
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Julie and I had been dating for almost a year when she slipped her vagina under my door on her way to work.
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Tough boys with loose pants come out at this hour; their long chains swing from low pockets, their virile scent bites like steel in the cold night.
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Your voice so soft / I wish it was touch.
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There is a feeling in my hands,
fingers,
a restive, potential energy,
drawing inward, reaching
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I don't know how long I was down on the curb. When I came around it took several minutes to realize that it wasn't the moon overhead at all but a street light and the sticky feeling stuff I was lying in was, yeah, my blood. And the hand on my shoulder wasn't hers. I…
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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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When I got word from Mary Jo, she warned me that Mitchell Parkman was out looking for me with a butcher knife. I knew immediately what I had to do. I packed up my things and sold the Pepsi van and moved up to a room on Regent Street in Berkeley, all the w
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My sweet baby angel has baby hair Baby angel has a golden cross lit looking at the crystal pig and kind mare The drowning unicorn comes from the waves in fits. My sweet baby angel has baby talkBaby angel has a diamond shape scarburied heart shaped…
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Every morning if I don't have to go potty....
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Would a chickenshit leave her like I did yesterday?
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It sometimes happens a student remains a friend long after you both have abandon academe.
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IT's like, 15 words. Do you really need a snippet?
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love weaves a perforated web
between the spikes
of longing
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A sturdy and goatish original by know-nothing punks from the sticks. Who cares if we were puny and smelled like fresh milk? For a few years we played and rocked, even turned the Appalachian soundscape a little brown at the edges. At least at first. Mainly
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