1380 7 6
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Regime is elected officials ignoring constituents, ignoring protestors, ignoring history
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13801210
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My little friend is no bigger than a minute. An even five feet tall, if that.
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13802311
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Every Monday you brought your Sunday finest to the bus stop...
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1380118
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“The beginning was good. That’s what he likes. The moment when you’re driving in the open air and your hair is flying and your skirt is whipping up around your knees, and he’s smoking, of all things, and happy and looking at you."
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138055
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It is said that lovers find lips in the dark through secret brain circuitry.
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1380129
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Fax me back to South Street listening to the dumpster / trumpeter, standing like licorice in the rain, / as the fetid officers assemble for the raid
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138072
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"Penning a slight of tongue well versed
or worse, a salacious lie..."
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1380137
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Can we survive our Y chromosome?
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1380117
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He flipped through a book of poems Ani’d given me. Nothing fell out so he tore it in two. I said his mama must notta read to this one and one of the older cops laughed and he hit me.
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137966
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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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13791010
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As if to ask if I'm okay, as if to ask aren't we the same two on this wet December morning as ever, as yesterday, a month ago even, she shoots me a look as I stand by the bed, then her sane mild brown eyes…
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137951
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I sat on the corner of her desk ... Angela Merkel can be a sweetie when she wants to be.
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137900
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...dogs snapping at the brush as it spins this way, that way, eluding the slavering jaws by a hairs breadth. The fox twists and rolls, tries every trick, every last desperate one.
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1379116
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I might wish I was anything
including some dust on the shelf
where maybe I might blow away
unseen like the coming of rust
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137965
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I stole forth dimly in the dripping pause
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137932
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Her head was free from restraint...
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137941
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Sunday afternoon was the best. The kids drew straws for a chance to sit on the stool in the Kitchen with the broken armrest. I think mom thought it was an antique but it was just a piece of shit her dad picked up second hand.
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137921
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She picked the fish out of the box leaving a pool of mucus and blood slowly congealing on the shelf and dripped it toward the kitchen table. Outside the wind lashed the tops of the poplar trees together and rain sprayed from the barn roof opposite.
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13791913
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137922
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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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13791312
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Today I'm feeling fertilized by an egg—
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13791910
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Falling//
is something that comes quite naturally/
to puffed up things. Like the soufflé
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137900
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Do I feel good about any of that? Not really. But I seem to find myself asking over and over again, why should I care? That's something that's never happened before. But I'd be lying if I didn't say I kind of liked it.
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137954
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I feel unlike myself, I think. I've been afraid of notebooks, pens, writing. I've hoped for telekinesis between empty pages and my mind. The hoping leaves me empty handed, and I have nothing to show. I feel unlike myself. I feel the whites of my eyes as…
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137963
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Suds, like gossamer bandages at her wrists, concealed the turbulence below but could not relieve it.
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13791112
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Tunnel hobos, all hootched up high, think a sign's all about super powers, mind reading, clairvoyance, dig?
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137822
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There she is. A paper doll of me. The dress, the lilt, the self-hatred. The crowd thins and swells in want of a scene. Conversations begin, pretend, then halt. My gin and tonic sweats into my hand and I lick at the…
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137820
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Just thinking aloud, really. And by aloud, I mean typing for someone to read haha.
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137855
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i am either lacerated /or ill at ease / continually subject to gusts of life
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137800
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“You did what?”
“Well, the bike is a classic. Getting the proper parts for it just isn’t easy.”
“You’ll end up like smeared all over the road doing things like that, and I’ll have to pick you up again. Geez. Watch out for this branch-”
Bruce held
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