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Being awake for the sunrise, that is the good planfor writing poemsand listening to enginesbirdsand bus stop silence.Now, I'm going to smokeout back on my roof porchfrom this atticapartmentin this desert land of big-titted blondesand listen to stadium fansrage…
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I've heard of sucessful marriages where there's very little sex.
My heart aches for that kind of love.
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Over the years, his face
began to alter
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When she was nineteen, she began to brew a baby in her belly. She named it, and sang to it, and organized the leftover hand-me-downs that hadn't been worn ragged through by the first seven sets of recipients.
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My small kitchen has barely enough room to turn around in, yet I had the feeling I was being watched. When I experience it again, just seconds later, I realize it was eyes watching, actual eyes, not a camera or machine.
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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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“Are you my neighbor in 3D?” Was she?
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Normally I would have never drank such a wine, but it was late on a Friday evening and the bottle was on the house...
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Renee said, "I have actually slept with a number of Captains of Industry and would rate them, overall, deficient in skills."
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And she's dying like someone who's tried living and failed.
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We got Bob Dylan on the wall
wriggling from the lack of music
and light among the spheres
A great doubt has been raised
and can be seen from far, far away
for they are even afraid now in heaven
that things can’t be going right
and to
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Oh, gracious mercy, oh...
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I threw my hand / at the gearshift/
the car glided off.
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The man and the lady loved to laugh. She would tuck her hair back and lay her head on his stomach after dinner while watching old scary movies on Thursday nights. She would listen to his stomach digest the food and laugh then, he would laugh and…
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“Tell me again,” you whisper softly, “about the songbird.”
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You can’t start living in The Netherlands just like that; you need to be registered first. Once an official has confirmed you’re the person you claim to be, you can start in a job. Once an employer has confirmed you’re employed, you can apply for yo
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The day you came home, after three extended tours in Afghanistan, I wanted to welcome you at the bus station, but I was afraid you'd attach yourself to me again.
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A married woman requests a butterfly tattoo that won't please her husband from an old tattoo artist.
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I think for a second that I should have called my husband out to witness this thing, but I am instantly made aware of why I have not.
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The list of things to live for/
shortens with age. The list of regrets/
lengthens.
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but I pretend again I've kept the prairie/
out, have battled back the smoke and dirt
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they got some heat here in the West
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She saw no sense in waiting. Waiting was a weakness.
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In the dream Yesler rolled, a broad avenue made of fine yellow dust, from Third down toward Second, and I made my way in the silence and bright morning air. To my left on the corner of Second stood the old Mocambo cafe and lounge, home to drag…
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No one writes epics anymore. Why? Perhaps it's because we no longer share mythologies. Once there was a shepherd, and now there is a Google bus loaded with pricks. Yes, you say, but they are good at math. Each and every one of them. And this is true. I envy them…
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They are plastering on lipstick in pay-to-enter toilets
around the corner from the mosques, where old men
sit on back streets selling toilet seats, spices by the
shovel, flashlights, and Audrey Hepburn t-shirts
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We lived across, the street, across North Govenor, from a pretty art student whose stripper name was Jan the Blonde Bombshell.
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The sun is going to slice your goddamn face open.
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Get something cheap and light at Target. Trash hell out of it. Encourage baby to urp up in it.
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