1507 4 5
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The last time Cyrus rode in a train’s passenger car, he came home a dead man.
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1507 9 5
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My body feels chilly but it's not from the outside temps. It seems to me it's the opposite of a fever.
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1507 3 1
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Fat robins are chirping –
loudly – at 4 a.m.
They’re trying to delude
the worms into thinking it’s
dawn already
The worms get up underground
They’re grumpy, they
bump into things
They come up to the surface
and Wham! That
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1507 1 1
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Roanne hungered. Memory had ruled her forever. Shards really, edged like machetes: daddy, whose fingers had eyes in the dark. Momma, ensconced in the shadows. Inside the church, those pairs of short…
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Every Monday you brought your Sunday finest to the bus stop...
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1507 1 1
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Zorro lived in his mother’s basement until he could get back on his feet.
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1507 4 0
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The way each intersection in a city where you’ve lived a while becomes layered with personal archeology.
The cafe that replaced a liquor store you avoided, and the friend (or lover) you broke up with there,
and the way on the day of the big fire you
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1507 2 1
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The Mojave Desert remembers Ron Paul
With tattered billboards
Scraped and clawed by vehement dust
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1507 4 3
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Many years ago I visited a nude beach. I undressed at the car and walked with my companions onto a California beach as naked as the day we were born.
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1507 6 2
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I took a lover on Ibiza either because he was clean-smelling or because he had a hotel room and there were none to be had.
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1507 8 5
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The army was bulldozing grandmother's house.
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The cloudless sky/
amplifies the incompletion,/
clarifies the imperfections/
of the night’s normalcy-
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1507 1 1
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I don't know, I could go on all day with these little niches he found in every person that made them at least a little interesting.
Everyone collects baseball cards.
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1507 3 2
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...Heroin. It helped them get through the tricks and sucked up their flesh.
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They found it naught however as it was lost at metro stops, canceled appointments and in ever dimming light that failed to reflect what was instead of what could have been.
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1506 3 3
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Trisha dreamed of being a Playboy Bunny since the days she still had buck-teeth and fried egg boobs. She blu-tacked page threes above her bed-head and had me snap topless Polaroids till they littered the floor. She told me to imagine she had 36DDs and per
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1506 3 2
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it felt fucking awesome at that moment, in that way only little things can feel huge and life affirming
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1506 2 0
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With a roar and short burst of flame, the dragon awoke, startled.
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1506 4 1
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"What does it say about our political process when I could pick students at random out of any of my classes who would do better than the actual candidates. That scares me. What’s happening to people? How did we get here?”
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1506 6 6
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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
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1506 4 2
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Charles the Bold is holding a pen.
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The nearsighted world/
puts on its lenses
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1506 9 7
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Even word dancers need rest.
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1506 12 7
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Essences of bull and bison,//
stag and horse, illuminate/
the stony underground.
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1506 7 3
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How to capture in word, in song, the fleeting moments of our loveYou were hereAnd now you're goneEven as I used to lie next to you,bathed in the care and concern that emanated from your warm black brown eyes,I knew there would be that day, that you were no moreDestined for…
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Forty years later he was still her Romeo, she his Juliet.
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1505 24 13
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I would fly drones with hydrochloric acid sprays/
over their squadrons and watch the disfigurement/
begin. I love disfigurement...
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My ChurchThe white dressThe bridesmaidsThe friends, the familySadnessMy church knewno music
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Margie sprayed the gift with her most expensive perfume and tucked it into her sweater’s front pocket. This way she could hold it close to her on the subway, so no one would see the pretty wrapping and try to snatch it from her
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She was as beautiful as flowers in a dream
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