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1. HeWomen's heads turned when Remy stopped in the doorway — as they always did. He noticed — as he always did — but paid no attention as he scanned the room. Too nervy to care. No sign of Fiona. Good. It paid to be the one doing the…
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anxiety
said Kierkegaard
is the dizziness
of freedom
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There were only six passengers aboard the small ferry...
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The coin, so little, the watch chain, the youth, the fading softening speech, each hand and finger, the panic modeled on your own eyes, the ashtray, certain stumps along the way, the long distance, the odd feather, the jazz rope gone,…
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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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Hissing through the opening, the spirits have no place.
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I am no different to her, living seven days ahead
of myself, looking forward to looking back,
as we Irish do so fondly
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I am calling to tell you what’s going to happen tomorrow.
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It was entirely my fault, misreading signals. I have a clumsy imagination, mistook your gushing about my boobs as a soul connection. Then you said something about us being lovers in a past life, and I remembered Bobby Bubion from high school, his strategy for…
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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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I stole forth dimly in the dripping pause
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It was midnight. I was outside the cottage, digging another row of star-shaped holes for the shrubbery.
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The arrangements of lights on the cracking towers are a segment of Orion’s belt, the handle of the Big Dipper and a section of Andromeda’s spine.
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Life, like a kite string, is slipping out of
your hands
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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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We’re more into the punishment that works its way in through the skin and coats the heart anonymously.
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I followed the curve of the etched Koi, its filigree scales arcing across a taut midriff toward the indent of her pierced navel, where a collection of water lilies drifted on the surface of her skin.
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Ghosts//
and the voice of God/
never actually visited you
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This was before the cancer, years before. He did this every day: up at five, before Astrid and Max. Four cups of coffee in the machine. A bowl of granola. Five hundred words. Five hundred words no matter goddamn what. Five hundred words on Sunday and Chri
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1. Walking here
with you
on these narrow
strands
of clean air
& imagination
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...Heroin. It helped them get through the tricks and sucked up their flesh.
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Cornelius van Linjpleel discovered and excavated for himself a lone Etruscan tomb not far from Populonia in 1898.
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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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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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I walk through nameless
streets, narrow and winding,
past shops selling scarves,
spices, skins.
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Byron's achievement, certainly quite remarkable, is to have raised the drunken monologue to a literary form.
Edmund Wilson
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The phone rings. The oven beeps./
The locomotive whistles and howls.
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The Misses Moses by Brad Watson from Aliens in the Prime of Their Lives The Moses sisters lived together, alone, in the fine old brick house near downtown where they…
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A look flashed across his face as if someone had hooked up his genitals to a car battery.
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