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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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160922
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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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160954
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The war they wage fills everything with holes.
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160932
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"Why, before the summer has passed
You won’t remember her name. . ."
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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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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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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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“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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The phone rings. The oven beeps./
The locomotive whistles and howls.
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The fly comes in against my will/
and hers. She would prefer/
the wider world with its piles of shit
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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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There was an empty box on his facebook page asking to be filled in with, “What’s on your mind?” He thought. "Hair?"
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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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If I seemed disappointed after our conversation,
then, for the record, that was never the case.
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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 man and the woman looked at each other almost shyly. The man flicked his eyes away self-consciously and looked outside, seeing the clouds in the distance, the smaller buildings…
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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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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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160843
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What follows is an interview George Bush gave to Barbara Walters in 2006. He came off like something out of a swamp. Dick Cheney made them deep-six the tapes and we never saw it on prime time. I got the transcript, however,…
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160822
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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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because you pay/
for it to matter to me.
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160852
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That contraption he’d invited her to pedal, somebody oughta market one of those. The closer you got the harder it got, and her feet kept slipping off the pedals. It was maddening.
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The catchy tune and cloying lyrics/
nonetheless etch their patterns
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We discussed the epic poems/
and agreed to write a new one.
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160711
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"Shit," said the Charge Nurse. "Not again."
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The man wore a bowler hat and stood on an open patch of grass, with a pyramid-shaped stack of baseballs at his feet.
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