1458 7 5
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The receipts all fell into the black leather valise he’d retrieved from storage that afternoon, except for the forty-eight cents, which wound up in the right front pocket of his jeans.
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1458116
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I write poems as if language matters.
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145820
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You held my hand when I hit the ground and told me the shakes would start soon.
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145822
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stoned,/ i made the mistake/ of walking to the store across the busy street/ to find myself in the middle/ of the pep-up/ for a basketball game/ or something like that.
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145820
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One day when they were sitting on the curb together at 4th Street and Mendocino Avenue in Santa Rosa and Joe was calling out to passers by in a singsong voice, “Spare change for cigs,” she had persuaded them that they should try to join the circus.
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14581211
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The cataclysm of all those photons/
mad to be a part of you
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145873
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Who ever saw an open upright pop bottle on the street?
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145843
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I fear osiris with his feather rising to meet the raven in mid-air they will turn to look at me decide if I go through the door of no return into fierce landscape on my knees I will crumple into the foetal…
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145884
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You don't want to knowthe details of my lifethe gossipthe boring moments strung togetheracross the lap ofmy sense of responsibilityit drives methrough the daysdoing this and thatchore, check on the listi am tired and need to stop for a drinkand then, i am filled up for a…
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14581312
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Today I'm feeling fertilized by an egg—
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1458117
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BECAUSE to fuck is an incidental REASON to be here
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145800
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Can you see the rut? Can you dig your fingers into the flesh?
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145841
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We cannot love the past...
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1458148
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145743
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Last night, in a tavern called Wits End, we dropped quarters into a console, sized and shaped like an old TV.
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145744
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Moore doubted, perhaps, that readers could sympathize with a man who had killed someone for a cause or a girlfriend who forgave him. Perhaps she felt that maiming is (not) worse than murder. Perhaps she decided that the story should be about that.
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145776
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The note was a lie, multiplied through each member of its potential audience....
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145700
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Throughout breakfast Quebec kept watching this investor fellow, John Lytle. She tried remembering something about him, about when they'd first met. Her first impressions were very nearly always correct. But all she could bring to memory now was that it
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1457108
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After his chemotherapy failed, he went water skiing.
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145700
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1457215
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I didn’t give her enough skin. The world will always hurt her.
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145750
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The dead horse on CNN
was floating there
in the floodwater
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145732
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He pours both of us another drink and I take a gulp, even though it seems to be half vodka. My body slows, the alcohol confusing my nervous system. I rest my head on his shoulder. He doesn’t reach out to me. I wonder if this makes me the aggressor, but, a
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145795
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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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1457106
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I enjoy launching words into space. Please dangle a moment here while I prepare the next sentence. Ok. You can come in now. Take boiling for instance. And hawsers. The sound of words on a sheet of paper. The manifesto for a roll of sleep. Sleep is oblivious to…
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14572011
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The nearsighted world/
puts on its lenses
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145797
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Even word dancers need rest.
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145799
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She may never know and it sureis a small world. She may neverknow and they have a list. She maynever know, I'm very grateful.She may never know and I couldhave sworn we were getting along justfine. I refused to say goodbye. I am still wearing those…
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1457188
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The cloudless sky/
amplifies the incompletion,/
clarifies the imperfections/
of the night’s normalcy-
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145765
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Cézanne sags during a moment of paint. There is an umbrella in the room whose surface collects his thoughts. Outside, in the rain, the grass and garden smell strongly of spring. Fruit litters the table. Light through the window writhes in conversation with shape and…
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