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because you pay/
for it to matter to me.
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1671189
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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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167165
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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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167164
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bassackward/in the surreal/bathroom mirror
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167134
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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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167143
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I still see Big Mama leaning over her garden to pick a zinnia to put in her still life. Her old pink slip, hanging diagonally a foot under her hiked up, ragged, stained dress, half covered by her paint smock, which matched her white, faux fur, bedroom sli
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167064
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Sleep never fades away quickly. It has to be shaken off, layer by layer, before reality can reach you. That is the way every morning works for me. There are some days when I will sit at the edge of my bed for almost an hour, shedding remnants of dreams
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167054
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Facebook just hit me with an ad for coping with memory loss, probably because I just turned 63. As far as my favorite social media site is concerned, I am now an Old Lady. When I asked my Facebook pals who are also Seniors what kind of promotions have been turning up…
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167021
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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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167054
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...That flash of horror as well as the lie that replaced it were mirrors of sorts and both told the truth.
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167052
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“I would like to keep my head, at least for a few more nights. Didn't you say we were gonna have sex one of these days? Isn't that in the manual?”
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167041
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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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1670127
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Mercury and Gemini disappointed.
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167000
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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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167052
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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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167021
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167000
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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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167076
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I keep attempting to start a correspondence with people / but they end up not being interested in me, / either that or I scare them away / because I usually begin with: / “Well, my favorite philosopher is Hegel..."
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16701817
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They meant no harm when they flooded farms in its swirls and eddies
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1670117
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BECAUSE to fuck is an incidental REASON to be here
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167011
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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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167031
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Nothing is ever hoarded in our house, everything is eaten.
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167034
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They were just boys, the Nazis I mean, young in their twenties, not much older than my brother Cyril.
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166911
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Then he took the tune out to Ben Clarone land. The horn was beautiful, if leaky. His fingers flew over the keys.
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1669146
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She drinks a chocolate martini. I fold myself up and slide into her pocket.
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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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166952
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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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