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First he wrote it in wet cement at the intersection:
“Tad Loves Kimberley,”
with a big heart around it.
He was real proud, you could see.
But then later on that year, the graffiti began
appearing everywhere, on all the store walls:
“Kimberle
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165833
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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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165810
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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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165820
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The sighs of the nearby shore came to me through an open window.Wave after gentle wave caressed her broad, sand crusted skin. Mesmerized, I lay still.The in out sound of breathing now filled the room.Your warmth enveloping me like the satin…
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1658129
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anxiety
said Kierkegaard
is the dizziness
of freedom
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1658128
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Larry works the concession stand / near the pier.
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16581510
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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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165801
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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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16582110
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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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165843
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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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165843
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1. Walking here
with you
on these narrow
strands
of clean air
& imagination
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165822
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Suppose Eve, strolling through the sunlit Garden, had not stumbled on that particular Tree at all, the wily serpent twined in its lower branches?
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165832
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The combined smells of ocean breeze, grilled cheese sandwiches, incense and sweat and burning herb that wafted over from Shakedown, along with windblown notes from tinny car speakers all rolled into a potent sensory cocktail he hadn’t tasted in far too l
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1658118
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I can’t decide whether I want to be buried or cremated when I die.
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1657158
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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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165721
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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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Jesus is for sale. But he’s heavy.
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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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165652
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I walk through nameless
streets, narrow and winding,
past shops selling scarves,
spices, skins.
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165653
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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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There were only six passengers aboard the small ferry...
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16562314
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Life, like a kite string, is slipping out of
your hands
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The phone rings. The oven beeps./
The locomotive whistles and howls.
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chains across all the old doors
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165621
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It is like truth on the battle field. Muted
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my molars are dancing, tekka-tekking to the strung-out paint can groove of my heart.
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