1554 9 4
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Later, when she said she'd had miscarriages, I should have put it all together.
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1554106
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People Who Go to Poems for Truth
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155410
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Row,
Caps of white,
A salted escape
beneath reflected light.
Brother, remember those old lies?
I’m off to sea to make those things right,
now.
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155400
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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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155431
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Wall talks to wall. One has a clock, the other a window, the third a cupboard with bandages etcetera. The fourth a door that opens and closes a thousand times a day.Chair is across from chair. Occasionally the one looking for care picks the wrong one to sit in, and there is…
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155400
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Caster had always imagined the Consensus as a big room, as big as the world, filled with white space and people with quantum wings, flitting about, creating information. There were tinted bubbles for people to share for privacy, and the lights never went
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155400
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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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155485
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When Frank entered Michiko’s apartment, Michiko was not there.
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155440
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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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15541814
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The phone rings. The oven beeps./
The locomotive whistles and howls.
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155487
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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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155410
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Three teeth. You can pick them out if you hit pause just right. Probably not a person in the entire valley who hasn’t seen that video from the Eastern Cheerleading Finals. They even showed the tape on the eleven o’clock news in Scranton, my face ci
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155430
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Blend the dog a drink and sit down beside him and draw straws for regrets.
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155486
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If I seemed disappointed after our conversation,
then, for the record, that was never the case.
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155421
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They could cram Rob inside the trunk and then drop him somewhere in the dingles.
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155361
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Mr. Wazzeldot has seven legs. He lives very comfortably. He likes to sit by the fire. There's a large cushion for a chair, and in the evenings, he sips his Bloody Marys. I know because I visit him…
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15531411
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Tender bodies sizzle on the grill.
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15531511
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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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155354
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I was always bi-polar. I didn’t realize it was a mental illness until my divorce lawyer had the court order a psychiatric analysis.
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155354
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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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155320
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You beckon me with an aperitif.
The Kir Royal tingles, its bubbles tickling my nose.
Its subtle black courant pulls me into your smile.
I drink from your lips the champagne-tingle of your kiss.
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155342
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Culloden County, MS - 1989 All Janine knew was the idiot had a gun. As to why he would ever need one was beyond her. He couldn't look dumber holding it, either. He was too small for it, or at least he looked that way to…
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155333
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I contemplate the words that did not make it; the lost ones. The words deprived of their moment in the sun. These words. These words that are not part of the story.
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155321
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155365
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What a nation!
First we lost our money
Now we’ve lost our funny
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1553158
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She is too stylish to be crazy, is what the migrant probably thinks. And he's right.
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155361
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I do not know what zinzins is, what a zinzins is, who zinzins is.
I do not want to know
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1553157
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Mark Reep is a faded Polaroid oracle taped to the only unbroken window of an abandoned house in Ithaca NY.
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155385
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We will collapse in a storm of images
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155374
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Francesco needed a magnifying glass to read her little missives.
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