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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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The universe will fuck you over in the end./
That’s what it does, what it’s good at—
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A spire
that had stood one hundred and forty years
fell in
a single second of the blackest day.
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I found the hand eight months ago, after I planned to grow a meadow of tiny yellow blossoms in my yard.
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Von Meckel had us all go out and paint this huge red square around the Red Diaper Baby factory. Then he held a big naming rally, at noon, during our lunch break. We weren’t allowed to eat our sandwiches. There was all this pomp and circumstance. We were
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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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my molars are dancing, tekka-tekking to the strung-out paint can groove of my heart.
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The cat wound itself around Megan’s neck, its purring curling through Megan’s consciousness. She was the cat and then herself, both things at once.
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The man had decided that this was going to be his last day. He’d find out one final thing and he’d be done. He had spent the last few years of his life unwinding things that had been wound and untying knots that had been tied.
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If I seemed disappointed after our conversation,
then, for the record, that was never the case.
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...Heroin. It helped them get through the tricks and sucked up their flesh.
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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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Tender bodies sizzle on the grill.
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Winter makes me reconsider.
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The man's dog slipped away one night. He left soon after.
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"Do you know how long they've waited for you?" Elle asked. "At first, it was every day after school, waiting at the windows. They wouldn't go play with friends because they wanted to be here, in case you returned. Then, they used to believe you would come
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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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"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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The Snowman grinned malevolently as the Sugar Plum fairies shook in their tiny powdered boots."Santa has one more hour and then you're all marshmallow toasts!" the Snowman said. He laughed and he laughed. His evil plan? He wanted the key to time delivered to him personally…
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“Choices overwhelmed us,” Thomas continued, years later, “like waves crashing.”
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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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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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"Shit," said the Charge Nurse. "Not again."
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OF ALL 2,000 YEARS 10 Point The city after the snow was Medieval, the thousand paths wound as browsing deer. Inside her coat what wild heart. Lethe The beads were rolled-river at her throat, milk blue on a yellow string. I…
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The email landed in his inbox.He'd been staring at the empty screen for a while now even though, really, he hadn't been expecting anything to arrive, yet there it was.He sat and stared, not daring to click it. He knew he shouldn't have sent a mail in the first place. He…
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People Who Go to Poems for Truth
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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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