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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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155121
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They had a deal, she reminded him. If he didn’t want to wear a condom all the time, he’d have to help with her birth control.
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155111
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She seems to be demanding someone donate to her a beard. No one has gone any further with this, and the electricity of her song about beards, listing, growing more undulant, crescendos.
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155186
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Our afterlife depends upon//
what interesting shape
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155042
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Although badly educated, and although the Michoacána fought to deny it, she held the complex notion that borders are not abrupt lines, simple artifacts of geography and cartography.
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155042
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Sparky took to me immediately. In some atavistic canine way he knew I was simpatico to a dog like him.
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155065
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go ahead
stick one more morsel
into that piehole
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155010
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I was shooting baskets in the driveway when the Mexican kid delivered the groceries. He drove in fast and loud . . .
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155011
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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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155000
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A section of the baseball field that curved inward was filled with clear water. Birds were dipping their feet and the tips of their wings in. The sun set them apart enhancing the ice-sharp oblivion in their eyes. I swore I heard them say "Marry me.
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1550117
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Lucky for mama, he doesn't like for his women to work.
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154970
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I heard this story from my grandmother who heard it from her grandmother who heard it from an uncle, who was a monkey.
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154900
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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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154900
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...the fatal bleeding-out of the love receptors. They call it “Juliet's Tears.”
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154951
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"Good, it's Link Wray again,"
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154965
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I wake up on the edge of the mattress, teetering. The dog is looking at me funny.
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154997
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I want to tell you things you do not know.
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1549116
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The days cut off by damp chill with every thought a different variety of protection.
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154941
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A tanka/haiku poem about grandma getting run over by a reindeer.
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154932
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Harold Smithe awoke that Tuesday morning precisely at 6 am. He did this every day for as long as he could remember. Even on the weekends when his schedule varied. Well, varied slightly. He lay in bed trying to wake up and mulled over the things he needed to accomplish for…
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15491713
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This year we have no need of spring!
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154894
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Once upon a time there was a Vietnamese restaurant. And then there were two, and four, and eight...
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15481411
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I dream of benzene rings/
and polymer shrouds
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154831
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If this is trouble, please call someone else.
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154830
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You see the ocean for the first time on our honeymoon. Your large feet dig deep into the muddy sands of the Maryland coastline as your blue eyes swell at the infinite water before you. I wrap my…
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154863
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Let’s say you know so little about me. Like whose idea of a joke to name me Hideo for excellent male. Or why I hang out at triangle Park, ogling expatriates or crusty punks.
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154882
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Mom wraps a bulky-knit scarf around my face and over my mouth. She tightens it into a big knot in back of my collar.
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154800
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That Orndoff! I'd like to shove that pipe of his up his arse.
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154866
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israeli flares light gaza/ casting incandescent nudity/ upon jumbled puzzle piece buildings.
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154891
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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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