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Mint upon my palate, I rub sleep infused eyes and crawl under the covers. Oh blessed sleep, please descend upon this body and transverse this fatigue. Eyes closed, bring a wavering blackness upon subtle lids. The conversation begins…
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because you pay/
for it to matter to me.
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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 universe will fuck you over in the end./
That’s what it does, what it’s good at—
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"Why, before the summer has passed
You won’t remember her name. . ."
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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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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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A customary phone call from home. What are you doing she says? Playing football I retort – what else. The usual sigh and a faint giggle followed. Much unlike how it backfired back in the late 20’s and we were going to make it the reason to break up! The p
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The building ejects my condominium like an enormous videocassette.
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The phone rings. The oven beeps./
The locomotive whistles and howls.
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my molars are dancing, tekka-tekking to the strung-out paint can groove of my heart.
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will we begin again?We are a wheelFirst touchfirst kissfirst heatThey fade, disappear, come back again.Spokes in our wheel.When again shall we begin again?I hold you and feel myself spincaught in the whirlwind of thrill -the world, saturated with your scent.We hold each…
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There are stories I will not tell, stories I shudder / to remember. You'll forgive me for withholding them from you. / You may, of course, not tell me everything about yourself either
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Part of me feels like a wounded animal surrounded by hungry cougars. Another part of me feels like being mauled by a cougar might not be that bad. A third part of me wishes he could punch the second part of me in the face.
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If I seemed disappointed after our conversation,
then, for the record, that was never the case.
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Not only half-full/
but stress-fractured
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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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No one had told the newer tenants that the dead would be given votes, and they were in an uproar: it wasn’t legal; it wasn’t fair; it was creepy.
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Nicole knows that Deirdre is winding up for the weekly pitch, practicing the line in her mind.
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People Who Go to Poems for Truth
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I could smell a bold combination of cheap perfume, stale smoke, and sex excreting from her weathered pores. The bus engine hummed as we climbed a winding road. She scratched her neck and tried to finger comb through her knotted hair. I caught a glimpse of
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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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If you work with the public, you're stressed. Unreasonable customers. Demanding bosses. Reduced staffing. I love my job, but the workload is tough and getting tougher. What can we do to keep our spirits up?Play Customer Appreciation! It's simple. Assign a point value…
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I fear my personal information travels the World Wide Web/
and mad Ukrainians will steal my name and wealth./
I fear the fiscal cliff and raising the ceiling on national debt./
I fear a death by taxes.
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Beautiful boy! I am doomed / to have attended your presence; / time consumes us, but you / have changed so little...
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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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We’re more into the punishment that works its way in through the skin and coats the heart anonymously.
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A story about convincing people to do things they don't want to do, written entirely in dialogue; originally published by CHEAP POP.
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