1703 9 4
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Creep up behind me one day and prick my skin. I promise you won’t draw blood – for it is ink that will spurt from my veins.
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1703139
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I don’t remember much about kindergarten.... The teacher’s name was Mrs. Halverson. She was nice.
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170300
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Rosea plays a bohemian plainsong for the cosmonauts among us, while her fuzzy apple hips spit glitter, spin strobes: pink shades of pantyline flicker; lip-licked neon hues scrape strings in B sharp, a gloomy clue.
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170300
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Late spring, summer before cancer. Frank drove Max and his pal Jason to Cincinnati for their first rock show. Less Than Jake at Bogart's. A two-hour drive for ska-punk.
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1703126
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Every morning, Wilma's husband Richard would cross the street and visit with a neighbor, always after the neighbor's husband left for work. Wilma was a loner, never bothered with neighbors. She enjoyed sitting on her patio in her lounge chair,…
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1703148
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Yes, he'll be quiet. Very quiet. He rocks himself, the ark, suddenly imagining water underneath him, over head, all around. Water, water, water—
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170366
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The day came shyly up to me like a rolling orange thing. Perhaps of alien origin, but not if the Buddha of our foolish hopeless dreamer inside has anything to say about it. It said, pick me up. I did. It looked like forever on the inviting horizon with trees as…
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170360
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We may not be capable of even trying to appreciate the fact of mortality until we are somewhat older—let's say 18 years old. But, from the age of 18 until we die—and die we will; we know that—we have the opportunity to spend some time thinking abou
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170264
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We became The World Famous Shadow Puppet Theater because we thought that the best way to become world famous was to act as though we already were.
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170251
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I have a tablet called, The Shit List...
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17021210
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of placing the rope just so; of settling
the veil with care --
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170200
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The tiger-eye beads around her neck would wink at me like a nervous uncle sharing a secret with a child. They roll on her sternum like marbles. At night, on her nightstand, they whisper my secret to the patchouli-scented room. How long have they known?
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170221
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"For several days thinking they had found a dead man’s boot beside the highway..."
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170276
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Where horses once were tethered grows their grass . . .
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170251
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"Good, it's Link Wray again,"
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1702148
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Little tech puppies, well compensated for code/
that outsourced laborers will realize in supercheap,/
superchipped gewgaws, sip artisan beers
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170241
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The strawberries remind me of you,Fat and fleshy,Pimple-dimpled.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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170243
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“I want you to know that you are being watched,” Ernie said. “I have trained a camera on your work station.”
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1702104
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I do this when I think of you. Today we took the first steps towards you're never here.
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170277
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fuck you Charles Bukowski
go cry in your eggs in a Jersey diner
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170251
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And suddenly, I have this crazy impulse, so crazy and so puzzling I do not possess enough vocabulary and grammar skills to describe what is invisible and what is visible about it. The reader must excuse me and be attentive.
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170221
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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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170220
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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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1702108
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The next time I see you, I’m going to pretend you’re a stranger, and that I’m meeting you for the first time.
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170163
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i thirst always
for that poetic mouthful
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170186
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remembering Cahokia, a place we rent near the water's edge, for we dare not enter
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170174
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God damn you women get me all /
twisted up thinking oohrahrah and lala
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170111
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King's splendid stronghold Pressing down the earth below Broken by the grass
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170100
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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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Though we came to life as to a school/
We leave without graduating
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