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Can’t seem to put your clothes on today. You’re wandering in the little closet of your mind again, picking at socks that won’t stay up, shirts that are always too big -
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The men who have come to take me have science on their side. I know this is true, and yet I sit on the same bed I've had since girlhood, unable to move myself to pack even a pair of socks. What does one wear at the asylum anyway? Pajamas? Certainly my suits will be useless.…
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He pounds the roof of the Pontiac with the side of his fist and it rumbles like a timpani. He raises his head to light and wipes the sweat from his forehead. There's no sense in fighting it. He will go back and knock on Peter's door.
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I unzip him out of skin. Find what is dark and black inside. Mistake jutting spine for zipper grooves.
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The promise of free food and drink was too much to pass up since I hadn't played a gig in months and was living on peanut butter and celery. When Kelly called I was too hungry and thirsty for drink to turn him down.
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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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1. It uncurls in your hand like an autumn leaf but fails to recall your happiness. 2. A triangle is the sum of its angles a priori. 3. Leaning on the lens of psychotropics leaves you with restless legs and akithisia. 4. Body…
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At the center of the world
our bodies float over each other
near to everything, at the center
of being
Not like arrows pointing in three directions
but like our own bodies
pulsing in and out
Laughter can cure nearly anything
it is sa
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Now all I have left is yesterdays.
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If the sky is charcoal, it's laundry day. If it's cornflower blue, it's football in the empty square behind the school. If it's white like duck feathers, Hinckle Finckle will visit. If it's burnished gold, it's oscar wieners for dinner (we love oscar…
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He imagined them raining down on her and then, like little radio towers, transmitting the sensation of her skin and warmth to him. He could feel her from the other side of the plastic. She could stay there, and he would feed her Chicken and Stars.
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Shit, Marcie, I thought you were taking something. I mean you did say you were on the pill. I don’t want no screaming brat. Get rid of it.
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And when at night you stare
at dark walls and one pair of lips
comes closer, whispering in perfect German
Ich bin deine Mutter -
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She first asked him to marry her when she was five, when 'marry me' meant 'I like you more than anybody else' and she loved everybody around her who was nice to her. And he was so very nice to her. …
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She listens to the rhythm of the tide, each surge and surrender like the death of an old life and the resurrection of something new.
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I walk by the hotel where Esenin hanged himself.
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The tubing unwound in her hands, unreeling like a garden hose... it wasn't always that easy...
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& where, I wonder, is the poet’s planet,
What kind of king, or queen rules it?
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At least, I think it was him. It sure looked like him.
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You think about it all the time. Cancer cancer cancer. Cancer leg. Cancer arm. You've eaten too many cancer hot dogs and sausages in your life. You've gotten too many cancer sunburns. Cancer throat. Cancer head. Too much cancer sex.
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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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Jackson ran his sweaty hands over his vintage cowboy shirt hoping testosterone would iron it.
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She walks alone in black high heels
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I stared deep into the sepias...
And you touched my soul anew.
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Each death a sonnet, every grief / fourteen lines.
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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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That was the night that everything began to happen. It must have been past 3:00 a.m. when Darrell came down from the attic right into our bedroom. I lay nearly paralyzed with guilt beside my wife, trying to get to sleep. Elizabeth had staggered to bed
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After the shooting, they sent the boy away. He returned taller and heavier, a sulkier version of his earlier self.
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So we pushed on. Beyond all reason. Avery still with the gun strapped over her shoulder, her close-cropped bangs, her small feet in army boots clodding through the open brown field we were now in. Above us, a wavering circle of vultures, following us, …
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