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“When I was six years old, Dad came home from Vietnam and picked me and Mama up from her sister's house in Boston. We packed a U-Haul with everything we owned from T.V. to toothbrush. Dad hitched the trailer to the Rambler and drove us South, back home to Carolina. A…
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I held her hand through two divorces, I warned her that gorgeous Geoffrey was homosexual when she was oblivious, and I fed her children when she was off at rehab (four times before it 'took').
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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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His shirt, striped, fuzzy, is of fabric like velour and wreaks havoc with sunlight. His seat faces the aisle, I am sitting forward-faced across the aisle, we are on a half-full city bus, this afternoon.It is a funny shirt so I smile. I am not smiling because of…
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She never saw me pull the wings off live flies or throw wood lice in the fire just to see them shrivel, drown a beetle in a stream of warm pee.
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Over the stained fence the spectres flew and that is where the rain was turning colder and colder in the time when the trees had become mostly bare.
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None of this is real, he says, and the path slopes down to a house that is possibly haunted. One always looks in such windows, one cannot not look at the predictable detritus of another's failure, a queer satisfaction, a fairy's dust. But no, not real, none of it. And…
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go ahead
stick one more morsel
into that piehole
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If they don’t cover consequences in your gifted and talented program, you may care to research it.
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Does the stuff at the dollar store really work as well as the stuff at Calvin Klein?
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As airplanes fly low over her children playing in the kiddie pool on the front lawn, Maureen learns something else about her father's new house that lies in the flight path of an international airport.
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In traffic I cry bloody murder, but my bloodlust subsides once I'm in Valhalla. Chip Whitehead wants to see me on the 22nd floor before I start my shift. Charlie and the other suits have been looking at me funny since I sent Chip a memo suggesting the recession…
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two roses her eyes
aqua-blue
no, blue-green
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To be honest, I've always wanted to be black
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That was the summer that Christine Nelson owned me.
It felt like catching the flu. I had it bad. I was about to turn seven, and it was my first time, and it was bad. A love like that, I don’t know, it’s not a love supreme. It wasn’t completely cru
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Defy the impulse to grow beyond/
your means and the means of the/
place where you lie at night.
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I can barely pick out the numbers on the houses
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as I imagine only you canyou're the ocean on fire before anyone else hasbroken that ancient seal, or simply taken the first icy plunge.You can eatall the bitterfruit there is, but that stilldoesn't make theworld a more hatefulplace. Only people…
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My wife tells me/your dog has vomited/
on the carpet AGAIN!
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fuck you Charles Bukowski
go cry in your eggs in a Jersey diner
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I remember meeting you many years later.
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eleven o'clock spills
despair all over
our bedspread
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No bustling inside
No extruded amber
Wings onyx straight jackets
A low hum of displeasure.
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moonbeams unrecognized language
steadies my course
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13 rooks on a lifeless tree
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The figure eight will fall on its side. Become infinity.
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We are/no more than heartbeats on repeat.
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Where horses once were tethered grows their grass . . .
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Santa’s stuck/you say? In the chimney of course./The lard-arsed ol’bastard struggling
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