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I’m deathly afraid of the pub crawls
of my ancestors, through Bohemia and Fitzrovia
because of the ghosts of alcohol already
etched inside my veins
and the headlong loss of oxygen
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172520
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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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It was the sodabottle glasses that scared Entro the most. Stubbled with scratches, taped with residual angst and piercing his soul with contempt he’d seen only on the National Geographic Focus Antarctica series - as Seals readied to mangle for Alpha bragg
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172433
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two roses her eyes
aqua-blue
no, blue-green
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1724238
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To be honest, I've always wanted to be black
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172466
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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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severe snow storm coming. I'm looking for a parking spot and listening to Machito & Charlie Parker
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172400
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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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1724126
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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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172400
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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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172486
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My wife tells me/your dog has vomited/
on the carpet AGAIN!
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172477
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fuck you Charles Bukowski
go cry in your eggs in a Jersey diner
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172497
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I remember meeting you many years later.
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172400
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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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172433
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eleven o'clock spills
despair all over
our bedspread
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172445
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Lawrence Light had two degrees: business and theology. I liked the clean font he chose for his resume. At the interview, his face was open. His eyes were bright.
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One summer night, as I walked alone down the cracked sidewalk of Kentucky underneath a canopy of maples where the moonlight fell through branches and lit my path with uneven lines I wondered: where does the residue of lust and desire go when everything you want to…
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172344
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The figure eight will fall on its side. Become infinity.
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172343
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Prabo was late.
It wasn’t like him, I thought, sitting on the steps of the Galle Face Hotel, the Indian Ocean pounding the beach abutting the nearby Galle Face Green and spraying fine mist everywhere. Or at least it didn’t seem like him.
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I avoid weddings like the plague.
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172343
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I can hear the echoes clearly. They are distinct and crisp, almost as though they're all on exact trajectories to me from their final bounce, without any interference. Each sound, while unintelligible, seems to fit perfectly and expectantly into my ears
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1723105
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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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172344
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It was like watching one of those vintage eighteen-frames-per-second films of someone trying to open a stuck umbrella.
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172364
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Corina's skin is a circus tent. Her red-striped peppermint scars are a reminder of Christmas and family traditions. The obedient poodles of her childhood dreams jumped through hoops of fire until they became bald and grotesque. Poor dears, now, they no longer yap. They…
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1723117
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No bustling inside
No extruded amber
Wings onyx straight jackets
A low hum of displeasure.
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172296
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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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17221911
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Girl with glasses and
skinny fingers
playing with wires
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172263
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Morning's first blush, their world in repose. Sated, drained, spent; …
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172281
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The dowdy woman in fart nailed the vim.
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Where horses once were tethered grows their grass . . .
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