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Shadows are so admirable in film noir
less so on x-rays and mammograms
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The universe will fuck you over in the end./
That’s what it does, what it’s good at—
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Published in Exquisite CorpseI…
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Gravity? What does that have to do with writing or with this improbable tether of blue marbles?
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Outside it’s still raining. We’ve gone through three cans of Guinness each. I’m waiting for drunkenness to germinate so that I can take him home and fondle what I imagine will be a very slim dick. A Slim Jim. When I chuckle to myself, he thinks I’m still
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Closed gate without fences
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The man was happy, filled with it, the happiest he had ever been. He was so happy that he felt he did not deserve it and he deflated.
A woman with apples for shoulders and an eep for a laugh told him that he did deserve to be happy and the man thought
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“106 more miles,” she said.
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Her shoes, left uninhibited below, seem sad but understanding, and she is so in love with something, which makes me so in love with the idea of her.
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The artist leans back in his chair, smoking a cigarette
after lunch, looking away from the table toward the right
He is dressed in white, and he's practically stretched out
his entire length, to relax after rowing the boat all
morning. Sunlight
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I enjoy launching words into space. Please dangle a moment here while I prepare the next sentence. Ok. You can come in now. Take boiling for instance. And hawsers. The sound of words on a sheet of paper. The manifesto for a roll of sleep. Sleep is oblivious to…
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Zorro lived in his mother’s basement until he could get back on his feet.
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I will go to work in the morning and no one will stop me.
I wish someone would stop me.
I don’t know if my car will start in this cold.
But if it does (it always does), I am going to drive to work.
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Another new spring and the leaves
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We can’t be sure. Perhaps it is/
some slight exaggeration of one/
or several elements that steals our breath.
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“So, do you still think I'm hot? I mean, do you think men still find me attractive?” Jenny asks. This is never a good question to answer, much less entertain. I know this as surely as I know anything. Still, let's break it down. I am married. Jenny is…
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Tater didn't like three things in this life: his daddy, his momma, and the stupid dog that chewed his jizzed on socks.
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It’s possible to forgive the past its trespasses / stop seeing the future as a threat, reimagine / the present as a goal.
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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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No king of Ithaca, but of each/
whining, banging, dust–clouded island/
of focused, physical work
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Jason, the obnoxious host, thrusts his microphone against my nose.
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Chant the ice cream mantra.
Prance the do dah day ballet.
Trot the t-bone tango two-step.
Dance the livelong day away.
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It was midnight. I was outside the cottage, digging another row of star-shaped holes for the shrubbery.
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I dreamt once
a child’s drawing of a house
all scribbly black crayon
swayback roof crooked
chimney. God, do you
remember how cold it was
that night?
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“Life is on life’s terms,” she told me once. Her arm, wrapped in clear cellophane, was freshly adorned with a green-pigmented sand-dollar: a living shell.
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empty wine bottles, and a single abandoned boot
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