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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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165621
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The leaves were meaningless because they were no longer connected to the trees.
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165665
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I dragged you that last half mile Me such a slip of a thing, one bite mark visible You the bear, your growl now only audible When you furred from kerb to road to kerb The December snow followed us Dragging Christmas red behind you As I ignored my…
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The building ejects my condominium like an enormous videocassette.
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Its intelligence won’t be/
diminished when you take/
a bone saw to its cranium
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165676
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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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165698
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we name invasive species,
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1656126
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because you pay/
for it to matter to me.
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165675
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TV and power cord valorized in dust,/
wires and digital guts unimpaired, I’d guess . . .
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165642
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The following is a true story, or rather it is a true experience from the story of my life. Some say that just because something happens doesn’t really make it “true”.
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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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... and photos of friends from former lives: the Wolfman; Drac; the Mummy; my ungrateful Son; even my gold-digging, coat-tailer ex-wife.
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165600
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From Berlin to Arcturus. I squeeze Sevigny’s wrist, wish Izzy could be here, but she’s melting salt in Utah. We were on our way to Los Angeles. I’ve booked the horror room.
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The questions we ask ourselves define who we are as a culture. “What is the meaning of life?” “Is there a God?” “Does anybody really know what time it is?” “Where the hell did I put my car keys?” To see what…
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Six months later, she was teaching theology / to refugees from est.
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165531
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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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1655114
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The flash of love was real, the life within her was real, and the main thing now was to climb.
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165543
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The songs that she used to sing to him still dance in his head while he wrangles equations. The stars in the cosmos spell out her name.
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The tech turns off the music. The capsule blares. I am in Jurassic Park with Sam Neill. I am Timmy, descending the electrified fence, almost toast. I am Karen Silkwood, a deer in the headlights, then showering off plutonium. A garbage truck is compacting
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165410
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She took a deep breath. Last night, she said, Who was the woman?
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165443
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Write power
like a purring kitten
eyes wide
without an idea of exactly
how small he is.
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They found it naught however as it was lost at metro stops, canceled appointments and in ever dimming light that failed to reflect what was instead of what could have been.
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I loved without marriage and the men loved without divorce and we loved a twenty-four-year-old eating and how gracious she shone over a tame bottle of beer.
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I turned a maiden to a witch / and back again
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Street by street, non-combatants ran away. Each one passed by the Society and law enforcement screaming.
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Things don't always go to plan. Gem knew what people would have said back then, of course. She wasn't stupid.
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165443
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Her back turned, she wanders off
searching for the way home
wringing her hands,
trying to think, but thoughts
evade her.
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165452
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Roy Carver owned a big tire retreading outfit over on the Mississippi.
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165464
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bassackward/in the surreal/bathroom mirror
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