1520 11 5
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If I felt like reading a book
then I would read a book
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152094
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don't look at me honey, I fell on the table,
my hair is on fire, my heart is unstable
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152031
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1520147
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We flew./
In my dreams, I can fly.
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152064
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"...innocent butterflies of pollution
trapped and entangled,"
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152066
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israeli flares light gaza/ casting incandescent nudity/ upon jumbled puzzle piece buildings.
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152021
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You were gone, long gone, and I could no longer smell your scent as I walked through the empty house. I couldn't bring myself to unpack the boxes, and they lurked like a forest of overgrown drab Legos.
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152020
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Contemporary persecution of Christians takes on milder forms of torture like having to explain away something Pat Robertson said, or constantly having to hear about Fred Phelps picketing funerals because he happens to hate homosexuals.
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15201512
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Soon enough, October’s ragged/
lawn will hide its deficiencies//
under withered leaves of oak,
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1520127
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Foolish boy, you chose
your parents poorly-
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1519146
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She drinks a chocolate martini. I fold myself up and slide into her pocket.
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151900
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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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151952
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Send me a secret story in a song just for me
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151993
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You looked like someone I didn't want to know. I guess that's why I got in the car that night. My penchant for self-destruction was aroused by your black nail polish and the lavender circles under your eyes. You looked like someone that could hurt me, yeah, that's why I got…
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151922
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...you should pick a VERY OLD millionaire. Very old, and NOT VERY WELL...
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151980
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151911
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The crowd- which consisted of exclusively men with beards and djembe drums and women with hairly legs poking out of corduroy patchwork skirts- cowered and crawled in fear around the angry man-bomb, mortally frightened yet encouraged to shimmy because the
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151951
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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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1519104
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"Nice one, sir," the toilet said.
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151900
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Home is where my parents live and my relatives visit.
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1519116
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The days cut off by damp chill with every thought a different variety of protection.
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15191212
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I picked out a book to read on the airplane. The title was The Function of the Orgasm by Wilhelm Reich.
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151993
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“You have no idea what your lives will be like if you can get out of the ‘hood. You could be driving Volvos, eating Tuscan cuisine, getting MacArthur ‘genius’ grants!”
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1519910
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For instance, my sister's husband. If I say brown socks, yellow boxer shorts, fishnet undershirt. If I say plastic bag and two tepid beers. And a voice that glides to falsetto when he: you're a tad too obscene for my taste, Julia, while he tries to light the filter end of…
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151931
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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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15181612
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A little poem about prison
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151800
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When we talked about the lasagna, we were, I see now, talking about different things. I.e., I was talking about lasagna, and you were talking about almost everything but. You weren't talking about the dry, burnt noodles or…
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151854
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Everyone hoped to be assigned somewhere they could just drop in on their way home for Memorial Day weekend. Someone said, Blake, you’re single. You hate your family, don’t you?
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151865
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The clarinet and the accordion are brothers, I see. Big, fat men with curly, klezmer hair.
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151851
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"Good, it's Link Wray again,"
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