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"Look," he said. "Look at the knife. See how I hold it?"
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She was a dead bird the morning I found her, wings clipped in dirt and blood vanished into tiny braille maps on concrete.
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...her touch held such wisdom that it put babies to sleep...
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It is a day of swallows and grasshoppers, of white clouds and suntanned arms. In the yellow field wheat ears burn, lit by fantasies. One of wheat, one of rye. Summer love, holiday love is in the air. Under the thickness of the harvest, their roots search, call each other.…
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Acts have no meaning, but they do have / trajectory
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I stared deep into the sepias...
And you touched my soul anew.
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He tells people about the whores, but what he really recalls is when someone from a room above dropped a rug on his patio.
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He was manic, depressive, schizophrenic, bipolar, paranoid, cyclothymic, borderline, or a genius.
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He stands at the 53 bus stop, boy shadow dust-cloaked and fading, jangling her keys in his pocket, echoes of a journey cut short.
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it seemed odd
from even the
first few seconds.
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In some parts of town, people are not allowed to grow vegetables because of the plutonium used in the Lab. Three local parks were recently found to be contaminated.
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BLIND-SIDED 1 The humid night air clung to Julio's skin as he and Marco stepped off the bus near campus, laughter trailing behind them like the smell of esquites from the street vendor across the road. The political rally had been noisy and full of energy - and…
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How freeing to writhe under someone with more muscles than fat, who could keep it up longer than minute, who afterwards stroked my hair and if he noticed the fine silver strands by my ears didn’t mention them. I forget his name...
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The love of hundreds of people, seemingly, rain down from the sky, but its not like when the cock hits the good spot inside you. And everybody who is reading this knows this is true. We all know what that feels like, that aha moment, that eiphany, like,
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INGREDIENTS
--A messy divorce.
--A late spring night in Boston.
DIRECTIONS
1. First, let's agree to call them "Pahkah House Rolls," for the Pahkah House is a luxury Boston hotel. (We'll be returning to New York on the morning train.)
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An old man, a widower; living alone, defenseless. It was a given.
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In his dream, he was choking on an ice cube. He didn’t know what would happen first — if it would melt or he would die.
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This poem begins my poetry collection. It is about the pain and suffering I experienced when I had an attack of two pulmonary embolisms, one in the right lung, one in the left. This nearly killed me. I lived with the pain in my lungs whenever I took a bre
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Can I really be blamed? Look at the circumstantial evidence: you wore that skirt, which can hardly be called a skirt. More like a very wide plaid belt.
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At least, I think it was him. It sure looked like him.
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Together, we were smooth, shining and oiled. I used to wear a crocheted bikini around the house and I felt like such a dirty girl, dirty but delicious
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She is laughing, watching me spit out a mouthful of seaweed. It's a soft kind of laugh: small gasps between small sounds of her eyes closed, curling with the corners of her mouth. Her left eye curls a little less, closes a little more than it did when she laughed a year…
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Snoopy flies in today. His goggles scratched, one ear torn and bleeding, but his eyes aglow.
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Boxing Gloves for when...
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But I didn't sleep well and my dreams were full of octopi
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We do not say the phrases that would smooth things over.
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He started plucking at my back like it was a banjo. Lucky for me, he was no Earl Scruggs. My virtue was safe with my Earl. We would have been there until the Second Coming, my bra still safely fastened, if I'd have stuck around.
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