1663 5 5
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if it were a child/ it would be in first grade this year
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166388
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Light slunk in from under a door, but just a sliver.
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166322
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I look down at my free of clothing genitalia and curiously note that the testicles sprout from above my erect penis, and my scrotum is so taut, hard and shriveled as to conjure squished images of a gigantic pink peanut.
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166333
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eleven o'clock spills
despair all over
our bedspread
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166333
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Her body: normal as a body, a baby’s body: skin and eyes.
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16621914
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Before she flushes the toilet the world is spinning.
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166244
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A tough enough signal to read under the best of meteoric circumstances, this is one maybe I'll keep on thinking about. I might be able to make something everlasting out of this crazy shamble for love after all. I no longer…
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166200
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I met Barry Hannah once in my life. I’d come to Oxford, MS, to meet an entirely different writer whom I thought then and think now very highly of. I’d also come to escape from another slew of regrets. Oxford is a great city to run away to.
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166264
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Zinvushka Zokolovskaya and I first met at the local botanical garden.
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166245
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. . . it's all we ever want -- the holding.
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166232
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Each time his eyes closed, he shook off the sleep, whimpered, and opened them wide again. I’d never watched a baby fall asleep before, but I realized at that time that falling asleep could be a scary thing. The world gets fuzzy and starts slipping awa
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1662168
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Lou Reed was sitting in CBGB,
I was sitting on Greenwich Ave. and West 10th street.
I didn't know him then and I didn't know him later either,
but we were both there.
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166221
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166222
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So it's me and two other girls...
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166200
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I had enough judgment, anger and vengefulness from the people around me in the steel town of Pueblo, Colorado, where I was growing up. I didn’t need more from my God.
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166240
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Holy shit, man, look at that!” Mike's pimply face melts into drooling bliss. His dad had stopped in this whacko town on the way to our campsite, muttered something about angry lesbians, and disappeared. Rick and I follow Mike's dumbstruck gaze to a shop…
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166263
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The poet said, ‘I feel the fell of dark, not day.” but day it always is. Bright! Bright!
the city claims its blue salutes; its stopping in mid-sentence at a name where fingers roam a stone.
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166200
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Sir Reginald Lionel Windsworth described the match in Englishmen's Lahore Gazette as, "A plethora of mistakes and complete absence of human sense."
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166200
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"So, what do you do for fun around here? I mean, other than each other?" Carlo's smirk broke into full-fledged laughter; Yuri feigned shock. Iris leaned forward and breathed into Bronte's ear: "We misbehave."
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166232
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He asked me if I was going to buy Valentine's for the office this year, and I shook my head. We were in the dollar store, February 13, and I could get a box of twenty kids' Valentines with last year's favourite cartoon…
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166121
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"For several days thinking they had found a dead man’s boot beside the highway..."
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166121
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Tell them words are math counting forever four letters of truth
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166154
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My old buddy Snoop Dogg saunters into the room, and we go through a handshake routine that takes over ten minutes, ending with double-backflips and some brotherly penis swordplay.
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16611110
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44 miles out
the gauntlet of Red River pines
cast shadows pointing north.
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16612312
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We know them just enough/
to recognize them when we find them.
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166111
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Tension slipped from my grip on the dagger as my legs and faith fell apart.
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166152
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Now they are sleeping in a poppy field, sun-drenched warm afternoon girls lying on their stomachs and sides, faces in flowers, and flowers blowing, blowing. If this afternoon were every afternoon, the world would be cured.
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1661217
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Once, asked what time it was, M. replied, "Eternity."
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166144
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Tears and tears and tears flowed
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1661104
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Come, bring your sadness
to the precipice of my body,
bury it within me like a tool
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