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Flash’s hackles stood brushlike but he kept his head bowed just enough beneath the bigger dog’s stare to delay the inevitable fight. Flash, Mal thought approvingly, would pick the time and place.
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Not a fuss, not a stink,
The eulogy, deep, will make one think,
Grandmother, sat in back, will wink
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① / empty space / not black / not white / not noise / blanck
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On his knees
he divinates diverging lines
with belly laughs he levitates
the rebel spheres into geodes .
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When we were young and small we played in the orchard. Mom made apple pies and fried apples, caramel apples and apple sauce, apple cider. Grandma’s apple butter recipe.
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My husband waits for him to hurt himself.
The boy drinks red wine between movements,
Staring hypnotically at the back
Of a girl’s head.
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I know this: the sky is vast here//
and the sun unforgiving/
to any architecture not the best
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Co-workers have started calling him Jesus, Manson, Foghat, Doobie Brother, hippie, hipster, Grizzly Adams, Dude Lebowski... there’s really no end to it.
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At five a family relative took my life away from me and no one cared
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Each drip off the corrugated plastic sheeting made a tinny sound that he could hear from deep within the damp sleeping bag and layers of blankets where he was trying to sleep.
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Justin comes out of the bathroom, finally erect, his hands glistening with K-Y jelly as he chucks the girlie mag into a corner. “I'm ready.” Through the afternoon's soft-filtered light, Kelly watches him climb on top of her and thinks of…
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I looked around in my pantry but there were no sentences I felt like cooking.
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On Soapography, two actresses are discussing
everyone’s personal heaven, and in another room
you can hear a woman who is your dead mother
combing her hair in a doctor’s smock in a dream,
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Your mother is a great and dying bird. Once, she tended her grand feathered nest. Once, she preened.
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I only knew that my heart was not in my life as I was presently living it. I needed the breasts of my Helen in my mouth forever, or I was going to die. Die! Ah, the life of a poet! I couldn’t go on living like this. Why should I go on living like this?
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It takes almost an hour before I drift to sleep on the bus. When I wake up in Crescent City, I’m surprised. Maybe I was going somewhere else in my sleep. Walking out of the station, it feels like a strange place. Somewhere I’ve never been before. The
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You were sitting on dark leather meringue, wearing slit ivy, epilated thighs sliding through, roots showing beneath your anaemic skin, fighting with the pale bluegreen of your veins. Quills extended from your left hand, bent about 10.2 degrees or so.
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The trash is full. Again. I open the bathroom trash—because the diaper genie is stuffed—but there’s no room. I try the kitchen next. The lid swings open, catapulting carrot shavings onto the floor. I lay the diaper on the counter for later.
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I crave the confines of the convent
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Warning: reader beware, there's sex in the air.
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Now comfy is as comfy does, but when sleeping strange, please accept a wide range of cradle, crib, cave.
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She'd still rest her fingers on your back, and her smile still lit the lantern of your soul.
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The house had to be clean - I mean thorough-clean - when he got home from the pit for his tea, or he’d throw his plate at the wall and the gravy would run down onto the carpet. There was always gravy.
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in our teens as tough as the cold/we wore denim and flannel with our boots/kicking at whichever wind blew . . .
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Sometime in the late 60s when I was thirteen I had this paper route for the San Mateo Times.
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Burger King has rekindled Flame, its $4 broiled-meat-scented spray.
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I have two of those hand exercisers jamming the
tray and keeping it locked in place
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She used her right breast. Lifted it to her chin, aimed at the can, and shoved it down as hard as she could.
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