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The poppers, the Viagra, the chorizo – all had been ordered and all had arrived.
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166763
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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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166732
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I turned a maiden to a witch / and back again
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166700
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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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166752
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When a multinational big box furniture store opened just off the expressway outside the city selling all the same products at greatly reduced prices, they contemplated the possibility of closing their store.
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166763
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rockstar, moviestar, literary supernova – burning out before all the planets are declassified.
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166721
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1667126
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because you pay/
for it to matter to me.
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166722
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November 24th-- Subject began to chew the flesh of his forearms. Researchers considered interfering but decided against it because subject was only bleeding slightly.
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166731
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Nothing is ever hoarded in our house, everything is eaten.
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166700
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Bobby took one out and looked at the date. "July 1965. Does that mean anything to you, Ma? Carla, T.J.?" Bobby handed the paper to my mother. "Why don't you spread it out on the counter to see if you can find something that he might have wanted…
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166633
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They look like giant golden raindrops, or flying saucers, or peculiar fish out of their element
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16661410
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The knees remind you: you are old,/
and broken, and unlikely to improve
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1666106
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People Who Go to Poems for Truth
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166621
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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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166652
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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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166630
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1666189
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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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16661817
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They meant no harm when they flooded farms in its swirls and eddies
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166611
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The highway stretches out in front of me, a black ribbon winding into the future; a collapsing probability of possibility connecting me with the past and through it to the future.
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166644
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unwrapping
the gauze from her wrists....
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166695
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The instant you remember
gratitude
with enough focus to spring free its power...
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166555
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There was a certain romanticism in it, the salty old man sidling up to me at a bar, rhapsodizing in a slurred stream of conscious about the state of the world, the country, the state of his own heart. He didn't have an eye patch nor beard, nor was he…
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166554
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Dear Conrad,
If you cannot control your dog’s barking I’ll rig up a loud speaker facing the general direction of your house, and every time your mutt starts howling at the moon, I’ll start playing “It’s a Small World (After All)” at top volume on the p
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166576
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I read it all wrong. In writing her novel, I thought Marilynne Robinson was writing about twins — writing, in some way, about me. Instead, these characters, Lucille and Ruthie, were standard sisters, one older than the other. In fact, Robinson explains th
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166520
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You beckon me with an aperitif.
The Kir Royal tingles, its bubbles tickling my nose.
Its subtle black courant pulls me into your smile.
I drink from your lips the champagne-tingle of your kiss.
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166510
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It was the middle of May when I found out my teacher was screwing my mother.
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166541
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A heart which is alive despite everything in the world that wants to deaden it.
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166596
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The old lady from next door had been really quiet for the last few days.
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