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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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we're not at war / with the world. We have papers.
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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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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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Mercury and Gemini disappointed.
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167011
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Her cash. It smelled like seven-dollar-a-quart gardenia perfume and cave aged cheese—like hope overgrown with mildew.
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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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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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167063
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rockstar, moviestar, literary supernova – burning out before all the planets are declassified.
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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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because you pay/
for it to matter to me.
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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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They meant no harm when they flooded farms in its swirls and eddies
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BECAUSE to fuck is an incidental REASON to be here
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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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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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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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Billie Holiday and I want a cup of coffee and they tell us to go fuck ourselves.
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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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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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TV and power cord valorized in dust,/
wires and digital guts unimpaired, I’d guess . . .
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hookers are better educated these days
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166911
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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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166931
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Nothing is ever hoarded in our house, everything is eaten.
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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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The Rapture comes and goes unannounced in carbonated soda bubbles spicing the air.
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