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Everybody knew Billy Miller. He had messy hair and crooked teeth that he hid behind a thin-lipped smile. He and his friend Jimmy Rodgers, who everyone called Cock on account of his red hair that stuck up like a comb, were inseparable. They liked to ste
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the sound of ashes/ being poured in the kitchen
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The clarinet and the accordion are brothers, I see. Big, fat men with curly, klezmer hair.
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I considered kissing Christian. It wouldn’t be terrible. I mean, it might be terrible, but it wouldn’t be awful. His teeth were a little crooked but he didn’t smell or anything.
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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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Each little token is the world/
as you knew it at each time and place
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I want you closeI want to feel youinside me,softening me untilmy borders are blurredand I'm hardly breathing,my heart swellingso big itbrings me to my knees,I want to know thepain of losing youeach time youclose your eyes andgo to sleep anddream of someone else,I want to…
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"Nice one, sir," the toilet said.
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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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If I felt like reading a book
then I would read a book
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She drinks a chocolate martini. I fold myself up and slide into her pocket.
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He was instantly on her, pulling at her nightgown
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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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...you should pick a VERY OLD millionaire. Very old, and NOT VERY WELL...
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I’m secretly hoping for a huge bouquet, a fruit basket, a pickle jar of urine in a lunch bag on my doorstep, even.
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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 price for love after all. I no longer…
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He first saw her stepping off a water taxi by the Long Docks in the rain at night, her right arm atrophied from some early childhood disease, dangling like an apology, her other holding a cigarette. Her wet black hair hung past her shoulders and her eyes
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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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"For several days thinking they had found a dead man’s boot beside the highway..."
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...the fatal bleeding-out of the love receptors. They call it “Juliet's Tears.”
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Shadows from a star
Never too close
Never too far
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saw the world was a mess
I did nothing about it, poured myself some apple juice
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What's that snitch doin' here?
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Literary agents, also editors,
But most assuredly not my creditors,
Someday they won’t mean jack to me—
The people who won’t get back to me.
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Later, your father stared, confused, at the empty spot where the wall paint layers ended in the shape of the old machines. He stopped coming in.
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It is said that lovers find lips in the dark through secret brain circuitry.
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But that night we were happy, looking all around at the bright lights of the several cities that we could see.
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But I had learned from ingesting Roberto’s glitter-eyed fear, it could make you never close enough, and then, never far enough away. And both at the same time.
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