1451 7 4
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The Judge waited for the perfect wave.
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145196
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I guess at the end you’re only
looking forward. Or upward actually,
since you can only lie there on your back
looking upward, straight ahead toward infinity,
your mouth in a grimace, with the ghostly
pink lips peeled back from the teeth.
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145188
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My favorite lie is that he'd escaped the South Tower before it collapsed. Smoke inhalation erased his way home. Mine's better than mother's version: a stranger hurled herself onto him. The truth is when they stopped search and rescue, mother told father, Go. Even dead, his…
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145167
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Except where its waves break gently,/
white frothed and reassuring along the shore,
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1451105
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The catchy tune and cloying lyrics/
nonetheless etch their patterns
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145111
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“Can you adopt if you work for the circus?” I asked her
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145131
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Your favorite nickname
existed only in the bright red
cherry smoldering
at the end of your smoke.
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145011
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This is 57% of middle America, I'm convinced: doomed.
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145066
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Then I am wearing a brightly colored raincoat while sitting on a deck among hundreds of tiny glowing spores
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145054
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The war they wage fills everything with holes.
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145063
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rockstar, moviestar, literary supernova – burning out before all the planets are declassified.
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145087
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I imagine you in the States,
pushing stacks of work papers and our memories
to the side, sense your enjoyment that
you won’t see the worry of your
behavior reflected in my eyes again.
That you can buy and bang and be
whomever you want,
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1450138
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I worry for the daffodils/
and there optimistic yellow bursts./
I worry for the over-eager clover,//
prodigious green on crepe myrtles,/
even for the early green of nut grass.
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145065
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In your mouth is the attic studio
Where your father’s brushes lie wet with water
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1450107
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For you have waited. And waited and waited. And soon your slice of bread will be ready.
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145044
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I imagine diving into a vat of dried fruit, enjoying the unmistakable sweetness in each shriveled morsel, until I find myself biting into an undetected metal shard.
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1449114
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He is leaning back against a pillar watching the dancing; a spectator to joy – both planned and spontaneous – that’s unfolding in bodies fourteen and fifteen years old in front of him.
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144964
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My mother moved her things out of my parents’ bedroom into the attic guest room. When I asked where guests would sleep, my father said, “Matthew, don’t be an asshole.”
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144932
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it's the constant reminders of something that was never a constant remind her but i suppose there is no ticking clock on that which is wondrous and it was right right it's hard to come up with cleverly phrased universal truths and it's hard to make…
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144952
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jaws blossoming with drool,/ a captured wolf slinks low/ across the crowded land/ for that most tender lamb/ to catch it by surprise.
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1449266
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Closed gate without fences
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144900
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"Nothingness had had enough. Nothingness had become militant. It had bought a camouflage jacket. It grew an afro. It burned its bra. Nothingness was pissed, and it wanted its stuff back."
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14491110
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That won’t kill me, will it? I asked. Maybe, the doctor said.
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144998
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On my twenty-second birthday, in the spring of 1979, I had a crawfish boil, my first. Ninety pounds of red mudbugs on a picnic table spread with newspaper, my birthday cake sitting at the end of the table like an afterthought.I hadn't…
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144951
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He was choking on the fumes.
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144900
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Megumi paused for a moment, understanding Mrs. Akamatsu’s concern, but looking back at the Society, she shook her head in rejection.
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1448710
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From room to room, neither closet nor drawer contained any remnant of pleasant memory.
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144821
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The supervisor, sensing the fear in me, pats my hand and says "Never you mind! This is normal in the tomato. Every few days we rile up, make sauce, and regrow again. Have you ever been in spaghetti sauce before?"
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144801
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Chet Baker mourns for you, New Coke mourns for you, Roddy Piper mourns for you, 8-track cassettes of Humble Pie and Bachman Turner Overdrive mourn for you
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144878
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Sulawesi-Kalosi brews bitter and watery without proper care.
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