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Her head was free from restraint...
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138745
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. . . it's all we ever want -- the holding.
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138733
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his mother brought him to me/ when he was very young/ maybe a few months old,/ born in arizona july.
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138700
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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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1387108
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hookers are better educated these days
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1387168
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But his muscles fluttered and off he flew
leaving the stink of barnyard on the sheets.
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13871910
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Falling//
is something that comes quite naturally/
to puffed up things. Like the soufflé
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138711
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Brian had spent the morning filling out applications all over Knox County, and by noon he was more than ready to call it a day. But apparently there was one last squirt of virtue in him, because heading home he saw a Help…
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138785
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collars of obedience /
discarded in the pyre /
with draft cards and bras
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138621
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Naked Lady? I know that from somewhere. Then he remembered. That's what they called those old 1930's and 40's Conn saxophones, Naked Ladies. How would Smith know that?
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138676
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In human rights, a man and a woman may marry and bring forth a family. It is a civil right in the U.S. but not a human right (as far as I know) to raise a child singly without the knowledge of the other parent.
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138673
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I did do one nice thing for you
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138600
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1386168
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138642
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13861411
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I dream of benzene rings/
and polymer shrouds
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138687
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You are an heiress to drunks.
The statues of your forefathers stagger,
memorialized by gravity, their faces
half-lit eternally, as they reach into refrigerators
for another something
to keep away the cold empty.
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138686
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With small and fleshy hands/
I scratch at enigmatic stones,
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1386116
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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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138600
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"Something happens in a magical, soulful part of the heart...and you see YOU. You see yourself."
"I can't look at myself."
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138600
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A woman is fishing in the Seine at the far left
of the painting, while time is suspended and light
remains. One man plays a trumpet. A half dozen
people sit or walk under parasols. Couples stroll
and children run or sit or stand beside their
p
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138643
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He sits, a large man with a walrus mustache, pondering a gold telegraph key.
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1386108
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Afterward, at the motel, I asked her why she liked sex so much, and she said she liked the taste.
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138666
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israeli flares light gaza/ casting incandescent nudity/ upon jumbled puzzle piece buildings.
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138696
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I guess at the end you’re only
looking forward. Or upward actually,
since you can only lie there on your back
looking upward, straight ahead toward infinity,
your mouth in a grimace, with the ghostly
pink lips peeled back from the teeth.
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1386146
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There are lines//
across time, beyond the tug/
of elections and fashion,/
beyond the turbulence of history
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1386124
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Xanax, A hand gun, And the courage to pull the trigger
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1386107
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We keep a ruin of a house, but I suppose it's all right.
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1386115
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I didn't believe in hiding secrets or broken arrows. So I told my new girlfriend, who in earnest, tried shedding pounds like ugly memories, who glued herself to my shag carpet, watching exerise videos--that I didn't sleep alone. I tried to be as sensitive as possible,…
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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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