1470 14 8
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146921
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The next week, she sends a small white box in the mail / with tissue paper, a ceramic mold the color of bleached bone—
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146932
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I cut myself. Often. The bloodslice like thin lips parted/in prayer.
life’s color drained to ashen/as the old world spins, pirouettes/like a circus dog on the back/of a galloping horse.
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146999
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True story, I swear to God.
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146986
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Mrs. L. was sitting on a love seat in her nightgown. She was sitting in a man’s lap....
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146975
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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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146944
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I assume the shape of a pronoun.
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146910
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“If Sir would observe, the storm welt, a shoe for the big occasion, a shoe that will guide sir through the dismal passages, a shoe that will roar in the face of adversity and …”
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146996
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I tell myself I should have known. You were always absence.
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14692011
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The nearsighted world/
puts on its lenses
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1469148
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One of the drunk men, a dear friend, hunk, as he updated me, now living the existence of a poet, called from San Francisco to say he would take the plane to Minneapolis, do it, then leave me to raise the baby.
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14691312
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Today I'm feeling fertilized by an egg—
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146900
|
I'm getting self-righteous here, Dear Reader . . . [hey! wait a second! this is my diary! what are you doing, looking at it, dude! Hit the road! Scram! Vamoose!]
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146963
|
It’s that laugh of hers that gets me...
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146986
|
in late fall, Rome, sans wind, sans rancor,
sans sand or rain, sans hate ...
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1469119
|
skin cancer
walks along Zuma beach
at noon
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1469125
|
Beneath their feet bedrock stretched a hundred miles
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146840
|
After sportscasters announced the assassination and while the reverberations of the words were still fading people were already shouting
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1468215
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I didn’t give her enough skin. The world will always hurt her.
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146852
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Jojo dolls & basketballs
a mindflex & pick-up sticks
Parcheesi and—no, not Parcheesi
a supersoaker, a Care Bear
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146850
|
The dead horse on CNN
was floating there
in the floodwater
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1468116
|
I write poems as if language matters.
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146832
|
Von Meckel had us all go out and paint this huge red square around the Red Diaper Baby factory. Then he held a big naming rally, at noon, during our lunch break. We weren’t allowed to eat our sandwiches. There was all this pomp and circumstance. We were
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146821
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Ug seemed kinda down in the dumps so, uncharacteristically for a male hominid, I asked him why he looked so glum.
“Ug no find nice girl,” he said, poking a stick in the dirt.
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146830
|
white-gray mounds persist
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146811
|
Zorro lived in his mother’s basement until he could get back on his feet.
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146800
|
There was all this pomp and circumstance. We were each outfitted with robes, red of course, and mortar-boards with a gold tassel dangling over one eye. It made me positively dizzy. Plus I was extremely hung-over that day.
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1468102
|
And I don't know how long it will be until she comes outside and figures it all out.
Figures me out.
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146844
|
She wakes up with rosemary.
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146822
|
Suppose Eve, strolling through the sunlit Garden, had not stumbled on that particular Tree at all, the wily serpent twined in its lower branches?
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