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The virtuoso tortures a violin/
in homage to Paganini.
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150698
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I could trust that most nights I would drop off to sleep at around midnight and shortly thereafter dream an “us dream”, a how we were dream, a sensing of our bodies undulating, then moving faster, moving with the waves of a special music only we could hear, with…
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150511
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"Shit," said the Charge Nurse. "Not again."
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15052411
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150520
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I was ashamed of my conscience.
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150521
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"For several days thinking they had found a dead man’s boot beside the highway..."
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150554
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Everyone hoped to be assigned somewhere they could just drop in on their way home for Memorial Day weekend. Someone said, Blake, you’re single. You hate your family, don’t you?
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150565
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The clarinet and the accordion are brothers, I see. Big, fat men with curly, klezmer hair.
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150511
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1. The sparrows' heads revolve slowly when you press the red button, but the boxing glove attachments don't work.2. A weird weaving of voices, unmusical harmony. One phrase punctures the texture: “The empty slot.”3. Poems are processed into more useful verbal…
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150533
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By February, I had decided,
That you'd tear out my throat every morning
if it meant your favorite song would play from my neck.
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150564
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I blame the fucking mosquito net.
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150542
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Something was changing.
We could sense it in the circling air. A loss of stillness - and we'd been still for so long.
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15041312
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I asked him where he hurt and he said everywhere.
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150455
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It is said that lovers find lips in the dark through secret brain circuitry.
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150422
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...you should pick a VERY OLD millionaire. Very old, and NOT VERY WELL...
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1504124
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Xanax, A hand gun, And the courage to pull the trigger
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150410
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I was shooting baskets in the driveway when the Mexican kid delivered the groceries. He drove in fast and loud . . .
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15041512
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Soon enough, October’s ragged/
lawn will hide its deficiencies//
under withered leaves of oak,
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150493
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“You have no idea what your lives will be like if you can get out of the ‘hood. You could be driving Volvos, eating Tuscan cuisine, getting MacArthur ‘genius’ grants!”
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150394
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Once upon a time there was a Vietnamese restaurant. And then there were two, and four, and eight...
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1503177
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a song jolts my memory . . .
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1503106
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They couldn’t have done it better if they’d waved guns around in the air.
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1503167
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Nothing about it//
is attractive- its color, it’s design,/
it’s market value. I leave it be and watch
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150355
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I got an email notification that your relationship status had changed to Single...
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150300
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Sora rubbed her neck as Azure gave her attention. She did not know where to begin, thinking about what to say first.
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150365
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When I got to Pete's house he was sitting on the curb smoking a cigarette, bruised and dirty, with a smoking pile of rubble behind him where his house used to be. I hadn't heard yet, but his ol' girl left him and blew up the house when she left.
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15031711
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Each little token is the world/
as you knew it at each time and place
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150321
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He finished the omelet and started in on the short stack. He drowned the cakes in syrup.
-Never can have enough syrup.
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15032012
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I say her- it might be him-/
but from a distance I supply the details I prefer.
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