1633 10 7
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For you have waited. And waited and waited. And soon your slice of bread will be ready.
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163311
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“Can you adopt if you work for the circus?” I asked her
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16321712
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There are 1.45 million readers
of poetry in the US and
2.9 million poets. The odds
of an audience are bad.
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163252
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Do you remember who I am yet?
I remember the first time you made love to me. It appears I was one of the lucky ones … it wasn’t in a car, it wasn’t in your Dad’s boat, underwater, or any other weird place you've written about. It was actual
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163253
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“But I don't HAVE an accent,” she said. With an accent. “Tell him I don't have an accent, y'all.” Looking from one friend to another. Messy ponytail bouncing. I just stared. I may have blinked. A couple times. Every syllable…
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163265
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Santa’s stuck/you say? In the chimney of course./The lard-arsed ol’bastard struggling
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163263
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It was only a dream. No one died, nor were they even harmed. So horrifying!
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163211
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Each step you take on the pitchEach mile driven downEach closed exit of highway Blocked avenues of importanceBoarded up HammeredNailed shutPeople and places and things You can't get to anymoreThe knife and the needle The black and the…
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16321011
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She left knives and hot pots with handles akimbo. Like a guardian angel, he turned them in. Like an ungrateful Eve, she turned them back out.
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163213
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After he got on one knee, and she said, I do. After they watched the televised bombs disappear the city. After everyone fell asleep. After shock and awe, him and her making love…
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1632148
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His wife had just come from the gynecologist and was toying with her French fries.
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163200
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"Look at the grime on those curtains. Not fit for an Emperor. Pull them down. Put up fresh new ones. Not a spot."
"Oh! Look at this throne. All uneven legs. The gems are not shining. The gold looks dull. Fix it, fix it, fix it!"
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163285
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The army was bulldozing grandmother's house.
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163240
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A short triangular plastic shovels into the/White plastic container filled with topaz crystal-like/Salt granulars. Scratchy sandy sounds echo.
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163243
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163256
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IN nature, it's hard to find a straight line. Stand on a beach. Look out to sea. There out far you might think you see a line where the sky comes down to join. Where two fields of blue meet. But where you're not quite sure for the line is a blur there. You…
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1632179
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Words darken with smut and irony over time.
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163143
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The print is not ideal, it's true.
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163197
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The Girl with a typewriter mouthhas a body like a single sheet of blank white paper. I wasobsessed with the Beatles, she tellsme. Well, there are worse things to beobsessed with, I tell her. No, shesays, I mean REALLY obsessed. Oh,is all I can think to reply to…
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1631146
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She drinks a chocolate martini. I fold myself up and slide into her pocket.
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1631179
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Shakespeare had red hair / Van Gogh never painted a nude
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1631126
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forced to submit/
to reasonableness//
and universal healthcare.
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163143
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We decide not to go to the emergency room
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163143
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Atlanta, 1990The night we almost died,crushed at a one-hit wonder concert,comes back to mewhen the club announces it's closing.An ancient excelsior millturned industrial dance hall,I spent three years mapping every dark corner, finding secret places for sex and…
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163187
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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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163100
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When we talked about the lasagna, we were, I see now, talking about different things. I.e., I was talking about lasagna, and you were talking about almost everything but. You weren't talking about the dry, burnt noodles or…
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163133
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Things looked way too normal to be normal. The cold, gliding black eyed swans never once straying far from each other's wake, the cute blue jeaned lovers everyone secretly watched carefully picking their trickling way over small odd rocks and…
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163189
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Mr. Blumberg and I sat side by side on a small couch in the family room. He was watching a football game on TV.
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163100
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Tadd Dameron once described himself as “the most misplaced musician in the business,” and one needn’t call the missing persons bureau to determine that he may have been right.
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I wanna make
banana peel poems--
slippery little booby traps
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