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A heart which is alive despite everything in the world that wants to deaden it.
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How hard it is to pretend to be someone else. Alone, together, in the silence... I thought about how you must really like me to act quite like that. I wanted to hold your hand and read the unsent love letters.
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None of this is real, he says, and the path slopes down to a house that is possibly haunted. One always looks in such windows, one cannot not look at the predictable detritus of another's failure, a queer satisfaction, a fairy's dust. But no, not real, none of it. And…
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Later, your father stared, confused, at the empty spot where the wall paint layers ended in the shape of the old machines. He stopped coming in.
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We were wild, medieval magpies,
sweaty and sweet and selfish; and so much more
than we were before I lit that first stick of spice,
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He plucks the feathers and winds thread to simulate an insect’s torso.
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In order to be a catalyst for catharsis — which is just a fancy way of saying agent of change — you have to be willing to condition yourself into something partially inhuman. Only something on the very outskirts of humanity…
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“Well, aren’t you the cutest thing?”
Shelly looked around for the source of the line and one of the better looking bar flies met her gaze. He wore a faded t-shirt with a swoosh graphic that read ‘Just Do Me‘. True to its mystical nature, her indefatigabl
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collars of obedience /
discarded in the pyre /
with draft cards and bras
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The sound built up, louder and louder causing birds and insects to fly into the air. Then it stopped.
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It is the first day of summer, a blue-green afternoon, and we sit beneath the English oak, Quercus robur. Everything has at least two names. It is the first day of summer, or the last day of something else.
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Except for the bathroom stalls—you know the one that goes “Here I sit all broken-hearted”—the only poetry in the house is composed by Hazel, recited to her fawning sycophants.
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Alysia tried to focus on what was important, but it was too much to bear. She was ready to dive down when a shot of wind blew past her, causing her and Megumi to lose control over their gliders.
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It doesn't take a genius to figure how he sank, in the drink, like Jeff Buckley. Like a stone.
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tumbling for you from afar as close-up. They will rewrite your dancing form like a proper magical spell on all their maddest days, using the branches of cherished trees dipped into the trapped wells of certain hosts of …
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Defy the impulse to grow beyond/
your means and the means of the/
place where you lie at night.
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“You done done sumpin’,” the old man guessed, “Sumpin’ bad...”
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Her mother sighed, fingering the faux-pearls around her neck. Barbara's neck tensed, almost as though the hair on the back of it would stand up: Here comes a platitude . . .
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awoke in confusion, fear and hurt never seen before that day a year past
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Momma takes us to the candle store next door where everything smells sweet
as she opens, closes glass lids, lets us lean our faces close, smell pumpkin, lavender,
trees...
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fetal position can make a man seem small. harmless. like the child your womb won't carry...
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Essences of bull and bison,//
stag and horse, illuminate/
the stony underground.
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“Gladys Miller!” the dog shouted. “Live a little. TiVo it.”
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as distant lights
all must shiver
before joining in
a Milky Way river
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I figure maybe I’m mostly alone; they are all running down staircases or falling down fire escapes, some of them naked, some of them with towels, mostly probably naked though.
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I was ashamed of my conscience.
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remembering Cahokia, a place we rent near the water's edge, for we dare not enter
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I was just sitting in the corner, stirring my stories with a straw that sucked characters out of bars.
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awfully evil decisions upstairs in your head that could come back to haunt you in your later years;I'm here to report your zooming about hair isn't really one of them. You have found the infernal wheel works in all four directions at once. Good for you.…
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