1646 5 4
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we gave divided houses / child stand up anyway
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16461814
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The phone rings. The oven beeps./
The locomotive whistles and howls.
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164643
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Auto and the Grease-Pits
Sugar Cube
Full Frontal
The Holy Grill
Crazy Al and the Squirrels
Talk Is Cheap
Grilled Cheese Sandwich
Cold Zippers
Destiny Howl
Epiphany Critter
Cold Kneecaps
Crepes
Pulled Pork
Baby Seals and the Club
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164600
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Megumi paused for a moment, understanding Mrs. Akamatsu’s concern, but looking back at the Society, she shook her head in rejection.
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164666
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It's really not too bad. The personI am was me. We laughed insidethose sacred places at all the monieswell spent. We walked in the gardenswithout any shoes on. Not one singleflower seemed to mind. And now it'sa forgotten mess or so I've imagined.I'd rather you think about…
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164655
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We pull up chairs. I breathe in her Bath and Body Works vanilla, read her paper slowly and aloud because the ears catch what the eyes miss. Her sentences are awkward, stilted.
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164643
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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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164696
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Erased. Like chalk across my body,
a fine powder of forgetfulness,
with a few swipes --- all those names
and faces, gone. The letters burned.
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164611
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children love to push the gas up and down my limbs
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164631
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Your favorite nickname
existed only in the bright red
cherry smoldering
at the end of your smoke.
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164530
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I see ghosts. They accost me in their sleep. Hundreds of them. When I wake up (after a long night of half-waking), I think, What wold ghosts want with me? I have nothing for them. But at night they're there again, watching, tapping my shoulder as I lay awake. Sometime…
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164522
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From my place, down here amongst the earth, we have many names for you.
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164565
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I stole forth dimly in the dripping pause
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164543
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You think about the first time you saw an axe
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164500
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Welcome to the genocide city zone I'm sure you'll enjoy your stay We've been killing folks here All the live-long day If you want to join us You'll have to pay the price Your soul's the cost, so ante up C'mon and shoot the dice Welcome to the genocide city zone …
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164500
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The bullet split her head in half before she could finish her sentence. Her blood sprayed out onto my face and covered my lips. The taste of life as it suddenly ended.
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16451510
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I didn't hear your last words or see your lasteyes. I didn't reach you in time, so I sat by your corpse,silently saying goodbye. I am in that process,not sour, not sweet, that yoked speaking which can't(because the heart won't let it) utter its whisperedlast word, but…
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164530
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Theresa Esposito woke to the smell of pignoli cookies baking. The sweet scent made her stomach rumble. She was ten-years-old today. And she felt ten. Her hair, her ears, her eyes, her toes — everything felt ten.
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164530
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my molars are dancing, tekka-tekking to the strung-out paint can groove of my heart.
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1645158
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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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16441613
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A woman with fallen breasts is attempting to hang her laundry on a string. Two tall men mount horses and ride them into the meadow. A squad of children wrap themselves around a playground.
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164433
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From this distance, he reminded me of a sleazy pink flamingo, waiting for feeding time at the zoo to deepen the timbre of his feathers and hint at the promise of a narcotic aviation before his commune of hens.
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164432
|
"Why, before the summer has passed
You won’t remember her name. . ."
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164422
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" I have no idea what's goin on out here, and I'm gonna find out one way or another."
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164410
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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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164477
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Suddenly everything is delaminating
People are popping right off
the surface of humanity
I am coming loose from my previous lives
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164422
|
Beautiful boy! I am doomed / to have attended your presence; / time consumes us, but you / have changed so little...
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1644106
|
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164440
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The way each intersection in a city where you’ve lived a while becomes layered with personal archeology.
The cafe that replaced a liquor store you avoided, and the friend (or lover) you broke up with there,
and the way on the day of the big fire you
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164477
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It’s so uncomfortable being an Angel in a sack
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