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They rise up, a sullen, sorrowful/
army of reproach, staring,//
stone-faced but eyed with fire.
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“What would you think if I committed adultery?”
She pauses very briefly before replying.
“What, you got time on your hands?”
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The white faces of the train look up in an attempt to satisfy presumption, smoothing out any interest into glassy eyed gestures toward looking but lacking the very important quality of sight.
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One by one our friends are kicking the bucket. Let's get together. It's now or never, we figure.
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Mostly, though, reiteration of the old/
in an idiosyncrasy that strives/
to become fresh and fails
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Fortunately, when the bird hits the sliding glass doors in our den, I know what to do.
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1601115
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when thoughts of you
waffle in through memories scent
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160100
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The museum’s catalog description changed much less than the painting over those years. He wasn’t curator-in-chief of catalog descriptions, however, that task went to a curator arriving by another door.
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160171
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I’m in high leather boots; I’m talking many dead cows here and I respect that
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160100
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“Monetising the mecosystem” Theobald blathered, “extend the value proposition, core competencies create cash rich commitment free conurbations…partnership models proliferate non essential services spawning new opportunity…” Peregrine tried to
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160142
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Mama sleeps in bed with us. The blue of her ghost sleeps underneath me. I love her more than anything. What does she think when we are naked, when we yell, or mimic, imbibe, curse, cry, shake, make love, roll over on her, want to die?
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160100
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Walking home, carrying his guitar case, Jed felt the sums of his life adding up to dangerously high numbers, the deadly inertia of vaguely comfortable apathy swallowing his time. His moment would soon be fading. Because, like many young men before him, Jed…
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160100
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Mayra heard the bell ring and opened the door to her small home in downtown Havana. Mayra was in her 50's and had the beautiful dark olive skin of most Cuban people who have a mix of Caucasian and Negro in their blood.
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160131
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It's Granny hauling her crooked soul into heaven. Guess who I stole that image from?
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Can’t you do anything right?
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Every time she tries to sleep they come; legions of small armored things scuttle claws aloft across the purple sand as soon as she stops moving.
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160011
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I am in the hallway, but I don’t sense it. That is to say: I don’t feel my body. I am like a phantom, a limbless entity floating, flailing.
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160032
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One night he woke up with Underdog laying next to him, breathing softly. He marveled at how fiction could make reality so much better.
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160032
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Chills begin on my hand where his cool lips meet my skin and ripple through me. I try to focus on the road and cock my eyebrow. “Not bad for a 15-year-old.”
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What she didn't tell me was that her brother Carl got fried during an electrical storm.
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She smacked his back a couple of times with the flat of her hand
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Sitting near her desk, like a dunce cap,
red
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160098
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You were always goingto connect the dots. I was always goingto overfill a bucketwith poems. You wouldeventually drive off wavingyour hand like astar on a spring. I'dshoulder up another notebookfor the walk. Myhand would rather holda pencil. Yours wouldaccept a kiss…
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160011
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I don’t personally know any models—let alone any supermodels—at this point in my life but some years back my father, who was working for the Woolite Corporation, was in charge of hiring models for them.
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160010
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Alicia got to third block early and scribbled down some of the derivatives homework. Others trickled in intermittently, drifting to their seats like impurities getting caught in a filter.
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160032
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The most beautiful possible thing is to deprive all places of their meanings.
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I took Annie to the zoo, and the tigers got out. The little tigers, that is. Cubs. Two of them. The zoo employees scurried about, peeking into nooks and crannies.
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