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I was hope, and
you were what I can only call
consolation, as day after day you
remained a grief in my throat.
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1.As fast as that I wake to astonishing desire. I'd met you at my parents' house just the weekend before but for them (them the drained students trying to relax, refill before their afternoon sessions) you are the stranger in the room,…
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She didn’t think of herself as an undesirable, no, she didn’t, but did find herself cowering in face of the presumed judgment of those around her. They had more money, more clout, more everything.
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166974
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we're not at war / with the world. We have papers.
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166931
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The poppers, the Viagra, the chorizo – all had been ordered and all had arrived.
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166922
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It is a hot August night — the same kind you remember from that summer after high school graduation. A cool breeze blows in off the ocean, sweeping across the boardwalk just hard enough to dry the …
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166963
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My poems have appeared in four different publications; three have died shortly after they ran my stuff. Coincidence, or something more sinister?
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166963
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rockstar, moviestar, literary supernova – burning out before all the planets are declassified.
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166930
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1669126
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because you pay/
for it to matter to me.
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166964
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I pull into the parking lot and see a group of roosters squawking and trying to overturn an ‘87 Pontiac Bonneville that's caught fire. They're pouring whiskey down their throats. They're weeping over a bag of economy sized frozen breast fillets.
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1669189
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The Street singer gathers up his coins
and counts to a hundred before
The last string stops vibrating
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166934
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What I Love About HistoryMy roommate, Cara, wears all black, which she thinks scares me. I've never bothered to tell her I wore all black for two years, eighth and ninth grade, and I'm just over it, not that I think she's lame or passé, but there's nothing remotely…
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166943
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The Rapture comes and goes unannounced in carbonated soda bubbles spicing the air.
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166833
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They look like giant golden raindrops, or flying saucers, or peculiar fish out of their element
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1668146
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She drinks a chocolate martini. I fold myself up and slide into her pocket.
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166841
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People Who Go to Poems for Truth
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166821
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The leaves were meaningless because they were no longer connected to the trees.
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166800
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That old woman's got to be senile or something. The other day she asked my daughter if I had a "thing about water." Sharon told her I didn't, but then came right in and asked me, "Mother, you got a thing about water?"
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166821
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Ben was in no mood for games. His ribs hurt and his eye was painful. He would have to tell this girl, who had flicked her tongue in his ear and who did not sound like Sophie, to get lost
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166831
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He came to a spot on the edge of the strawberry fields where he liked to sit with his brother and watch the turkey buzzards circle overhead
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166821
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166800
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A Nocturne, whose grey mana seeped out of it mouth, grabbed the roof of the building with its large claws. Using it as leverage, it stood itself up, hunched over, its long whale like head roared like a loud horn.
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166852
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Billie Holiday and I want a cup of coffee and they tell us to go fuck ourselves.
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166875
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TV and power cord valorized in dust,/
wires and digital guts unimpaired, I’d guess . . .
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1668108
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hookers are better educated these days
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16681817
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They meant no harm when they flooded farms in its swirls and eddies
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166865
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We now live in post-Postmodern Absurdist fear of course, says our smiling Prof. That’s the price we pay he tells us. . . .
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1668117
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BECAUSE to fuck is an incidental REASON to be here
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