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The drapes are closed against the sunlight, but Ginny can feel someone in the room. She peers through barely open eyes so as not to let on she's awake. She adjusts her position in a way she hopes mimics sleep, turns her head to the side. A woman…
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A little poem about prison
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151910
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“It is not your shoes the Americans complained about!” Roberto yelled, sitting behind his desk, cigar smoke curling around his purple face. “It is your UNDERWEAR!”
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151900
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Rosey streaks through the city, dragging a flooded umbrella.
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151960
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151955
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I got an email notification that your relationship status had changed to Single...
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151942
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I started walking around the Jube like any other sheep, lemming, or penguin: passing plate glass windows, one after another.
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151951
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Two summers later, the ritual began. Carol left her house at midnight, having served her husband and daughter a heavy dinner that left them caged in their sleep. She was like a thief working in reverse: she rose from bed with her husband’s first snore,
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151941
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A tanka/haiku poem about grandma getting run over by a reindeer.
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151954
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...listening to the ache of errs our mouths had become.
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151922
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There’s a crack in the cosmos,
and pink is leaking through.
There’s a crack in the cosmos,
fix the sink, the toilet leak.
There are many cracks in the cosmos,
numerous. This is how time escapes.
Good grief, they’re going to suck the cream
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151930
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You’ve known her since grade school and even though you’ve never copped a feel, it gave you a strange chill when you heard boys talking about her breasts, pressing against madras or chamois with some devilish life force, or how one day she’ll fuck l
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1518177
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a song jolts my memory . . .
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1518910
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it's time for the cold, antiseptic
cloth to briskly remove the evidence.
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151844
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I try to enjoy my bookbut the mannequins keep tapping at the windowWhen I look up they vanish Outsidefibreglass clouds are kept in placeby invisible wires——Sometimes the mannequins …
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151800
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Coagulating sky, a turbulentheave of orange, blood red,hell's fire smeared —below, tar seas bulgeat the seams, engulfing ships.Pier-bound she streaksand wails as the seaswells and threatens to claim —, corpse head, baldeyes, her death robescling to…
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151800
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Sora rubbed her neck as Azure gave her attention. She did not know where to begin, thinking about what to say first.
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15181716
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saw the world was a mess
I did nothing about it, poured myself some apple juice
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1518106
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151863
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“I'm thinking about math class,” she said. “The solution to three factorial.”
“Easy,” Leo said.
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151810
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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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15181910
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Falling//
is something that comes quite naturally/
to puffed up things. Like the soufflé
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151711
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"Shit," said the Charge Nurse. "Not again."
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151766
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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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1517179
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Shakespeare had red hair / Van Gogh never painted a nude
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151751
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I have a tablet called, The Shit List...
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151752
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You stand in the mirror. You see yourself. You stand sideways; your profile is always your best. You tuck in your stomach, you stick out your ass but it's the same. You stand face front. You shiver. The mirror adds weight to your already sagging breasts, the wrinkles…
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