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163455
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You will never know how much it hurts
When someone else touches your face.
But I also know how much you count on others
To pull the slivers out of your heart.
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163440
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That Loving Feeling
How do I love thee?
I love the bulge
of your breast
along the inside
of my upper arm
when you lie on top
kissing me
I love
feeling the movement
of your nipple
along the tender skin
there
It
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163422
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an awkward stage between
glued popsicle stick marsupial,
and mechanical tin foil mammal.
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163420
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No matter how you do it, forgetting something doesn’t mean as much once you’ve forgotten.
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163433
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It is only seven-thirty but the night is full, gloom seizing Highway 66. There is a carcass on the road, maybe a human, slumped next to an empty ice cream truck. Several stars hang up in the East, drunken constellations scrambling to find meaning.
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163496
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Be not a Hercules furens abroad, and a Poltroon within thyself
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163495
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Now that I am dead, my god will fight your god...
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1634129
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16341313
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Of course then I did it all over again. Got married, that is. Fortunately, this one worked out.
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1634117
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... he led what might be called a quiet life
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16341512
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Soon enough, October’s ragged/
lawn will hide its deficiencies//
under withered leaves of oak,
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163411
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The last row of furniture is all black leather. In unison the tigers hop onto a couch a piece, sit calmly on their haunches, and reach for remote controls buried in the cushions. Roaring, they paw at the remotes.
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163421
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She rolls up at school with the word MAYHEM marker-penned across her stomach, wrote so big the first and last letters graze each inner thigh bone. She says it's in honour of some rock star I never knew.
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16341910
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Falling//
is something that comes quite naturally/
to puffed up things. Like the soufflé
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163421
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Sometimes it waited after dark, when everyone was asleep, and moved in slowly like a thief, working its way into all the ruwas, up everyone's nostrils, seemingly intent on making the people's mountain existence a troublesome one
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163411
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She seems to be demanding someone donate to her a beard. No one has gone any further with this, and the electricity of her song about beards, listing, growing more undulant, crescendos.
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163374
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God damn you women get me all /
twisted up thinking oohrahrah and lala
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16331511
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16331310
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Sin by Nonnie Augustine After my mother died, I met Aunt Shirley. I found her in dozens of snapshots piled in falling apart cardboard boxes we hauled down from the attic. Small girls, with huge bows bobby-pinned right on top of…
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163330
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“Jerome always came to play with ideas. It was like he was already thinking about it before we started. I loved his ideas. It caused me to think about it as well. We did variations on a theme and there was always a goal. Sometimes it was to grow and deliv
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1633106
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They couldn’t have done it better if they’d waved guns around in the air.
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163344
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It was like watching one of those vintage eighteen-frames-per-second films of someone trying to open a stuck umbrella.
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163372
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She had liked her new husband's sternness, and the way he ran his hands over her body, noticed every inch of it, made her feel not invisible.He traveled during the week, wore cufflinks, worked out in hotel gyms. On the weekends, they redecorated her house and tried to…
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163353
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The porous bear the anchorite’s vial
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163300
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O' madam, betwixt the pages A story professed to love A wonder of descriptive prose Delights read enraptured “My favorite book”, so you said O' madam, your heroine is flawed Wounding herself beyond measure And those she swears she…
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163363
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It started like this: just him saying, "Nice to meet you, Marie," and me, while I just said his own name back to him, at the same time thinking, "I want you to take me to a hotel room someday, Frederick. I think I’ll like the way you’d make me feel...
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1633117
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No bustling inside
No extruded amber
Wings onyx straight jackets
A low hum of displeasure.
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163264
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I am the boy with the olive skin who takes pictures of lewd sex acts performed by nobodies on stage at the Rock Creek Lodge Testicle Festival in Missoula, Montana.
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16321614
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Dinner conversation reminds me of the chatter of birds. Happy talk. Nothing real.
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