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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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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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Rosey streaks through the city, dragging a flooded umbrella.
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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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saw the world was a mess
I did nothing about it, poured myself some apple juice
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“I'm thinking about math class,” she said. “The solution to three factorial.”
“Easy,” Leo said.
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Shakespeare had red hair / Van Gogh never painted a nude
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a song jolts my memory . . .
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it's time for the cold, antiseptic
cloth to briskly remove the evidence.
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I got an email notification that your relationship status had changed to Single...
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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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Vibrations of a cavern a mile beneath silver willows.At two in the morning beyond the Sheratona lumination of pollution intercedes realism.Cardinals and doves develop their melodyprogressively caught in beat/heart echoes,as with spelunker canaries fluting noxious gasa small…
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It's time, more than anything
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This must never get out in the press, for it would cause widespread panic. The priests would surround my house, not to mention the police and possibly the army. Castor Desayuno has come back from the dead!
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Falling//
is something that comes quite naturally/
to puffed up things. Like the soufflé
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A tanka/haiku poem about grandma getting run over by a reindeer.
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On an overcast and humid day in August, Jesus—with Dad’s permission, of course—decided to make his grand return.
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"Shit," said the Charge Nurse. "Not again."
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in a puddle of water, the butterfly rests on a stone
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Sora collapsed on the wall to Azure’s squeals. She felt her arm lifted up and placed around Azure’s shoulder.
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. . . it's all we ever want -- the holding.
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facts of matters are not as they seem,/hour by hour crafty comments creep in,/another hour and "the good" is a horror:/ our human blindness is older than our sight.
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The jewels were dragonflies, buzzing lazily, Beelzebub’s hair a golden meadow.
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...listening to the ache of errs our mouths had become.
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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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