1626 5 5
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awoke in confusion, fear and hurt never seen before that day a year past
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162621
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She picked the fish out of the box leaving a pool of mucus and blood slowly congealing on the shelf and dripped it toward the kitchen table. Outside the wind lashed the tops of the poplar trees together and rain sprayed from the barn roof opposite.
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162688
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-Love is a rushing
of blood
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162642
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I feel about the universe/
as Abrahamics are supposed/
to feel about their Yahweh, /their God,
and their Allah:/ I am in fear,
I am in awe, /I am in love.
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162620
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Summer nights in Boston, old cast iron streetlights.
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162680
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162621
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He finished the omelet and started in on the short stack. He drowned the cakes in syrup.
-Never can have enough syrup.
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1626136
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162601
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She overcomes herself on the day of the spectacle, clown paint, unmoving amid a rumble of trains and screens, video logs and snapshots, live blogs from phones wet with lotion. This is Tokyo. Facial masks. Bare flaking paint in streams. Stardust.
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162545
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the beeps, rhythmic,
tell us that you're still with us
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162500
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Jaume jumped up from the bar, a wide smile across his face. He hugged his old friend and planted a kiss on his wife's cheeks. He was buzzing from the chance encounter, marveling how life had brought them together after all these years. There had to be a r
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16251311
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I stomped up the steps clearing my shoes of snow. I was wearing my Rooskie fur hat with the ear flaps, and I kept it on when I went inside.
|
162594
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don't look at me honey, I fell on the table,
my hair is on fire, my heart is unstable
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162533
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Quimby’s eyes lit up. “Oh, lads, there must be a thousan’ ways to die at sea! I’ve made th’ Atlantic passage a good many time; lemme recount some manners of death I’ve witnessed with mine own eyes.”
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162575
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I got a sixth of a cow in the freezer
That’s not meant to be just a teaser
I guess all I’m sayin’
Come on home and you’ll be stayin’
Cause I got a sixth of a cow in the freezer
Got a rack and a half of ribs
I ain’t tellin’ you no fibs
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16251211
|
The cataclysm of all those photons/
mad to be a part of you
|
162555
|
It is said that lovers find lips in the dark through secret brain circuitry.
|
162577
|
They blew in the doorway of the café at the French Hotel like two sparrows chasing each other. Their wings down in the dust, unheeding any danger in their hunger for each other. I knew the man who was about to become her husband, so maybe this was her las
|
162599
|
|
162586
|
in late fall, Rome, sans wind, sans rancor,
sans sand or rain, sans hate ...
|
162400
|
“There goes that slut Kerri Stanton,” the immense woman behind the counter chuckled to her patron. “Who the hell does she think she is?”
|
1624106
|
Her smile dazzled me from across the room.
|
162476
|
“Now we lay you in your grave
There was no way you could be saved
You hate our lord Jesus and he can tell
Which is why you will burn in hell.”
|
162431
|
The TV projects from an insect arm. It has the face of my ex-husband, smiling and void. I like to set small fires and inhale them.
|
16241811
|
For a few/
vivid weeks, deciduous shrubs and trees/
will seem to glow like flames and embers
|
162466
|
some days are
minotaur shit on your tongue/
smokestacks dumping acid rain on your already thinning hair
your eyelashes pinned in upside down, backward/you give wrong shaving directions to the mirror
|
162454
|
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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1624137
|
Can we survive our Y chromosome?
|
1624108
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Sunday morning beginning with a bang. Accused, found wanting, sentenced.
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1624119
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skin cancer
walks along Zuma beach
at noon
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