1659 2 2
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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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165950
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She said “I have to go”, he answered with his eyes “Don't” and they stepped closer to each other in the kitchen, a step on the tiled floor, the remnants of their tea cold on the counter top.
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1659118
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I can’t decide whether I want to be buried or cremated when I die.
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165932
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...Heroin. It helped them get through the tricks and sucked up their flesh.
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165841
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Pinnacles
State Park
lying on our backs
stoned on hash
around a campfire
looking up at the
clear see-through
blue green stars
to the other side
of the universe
I know now
you are out there
I float up to
within 2
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165854
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I found the hand eight months ago, after I planned to grow a meadow of tiny yellow blossoms in my yard.
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165843
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. . . the empiricism of the mechanical had wound tight into her, lessons her few calendars could never impart without aid from sundials, hourglasses, clocks.
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16582314
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Life, like a kite string, is slipping out of
your hands
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165898
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On my twenty-second birthday, in the spring of 1979, I had a crawfish boil, my first. Ninety pounds of red mudbugs on a picnic table spread with newspaper, my birthday cake sitting at the end of the table like an afterthought.I hadn't…
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165821
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It is like truth on the battle field. Muted
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1658157
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I fondly remember those warm, weekend evenings at twilight on the beach. After the frolic of the waves flattened, sending the surfers home and, after the last bait was spent, sending the surfcasters away, I'd set up the little, foldable, 3‘x4', rectangular stage I always…
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16581312
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Forty years later he was still her Romeo, she his Juliet.
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165830
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165831
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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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165787
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there’s more to life than poontang
but not when you’re sixteen and
your hands are full of heavy breasts
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165785
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Snipers wear camouflage clothing to avoid being seen. It wouldn’t do for a sniper to be seen because then the sniper might become the snipee.
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165764
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My mother moved her things out of my parents’ bedroom into the attic guest room. When I asked where guests would sleep, my father said, “Matthew, don’t be an asshole.”
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165798
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"Sara, do you taketh it with your eyes?"
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165774
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I don’t know what to do with all this money flowing from my books.
It’s burning a hole in my literary pocket.
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165786
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You left for the glittery wild of West Hollywood. I guess L.A.'s off-limits now. My heart goes fucking tachy when I drive over Kellogg Hill past Forest Lawn and see the skyline glowing through the rainbow haze of sunset. You're out there, out in the…
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1657158
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i hear the boom boom boom
in the room room room
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165774
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Easing her hand with her other hand.
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165795
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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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1657145
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Anson Chi/
tried to kill my wife
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165754
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This is why the earth revolves around the sun: refrigerator magnets.
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16571814
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The phone rings. The oven beeps./
The locomotive whistles and howls.
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165796
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I guess at the end you’re only
looking forward. Or upward actually,
since you can only lie there on your back
looking upward, straight ahead toward infinity,
your mouth in a grimace, with the ghostly
pink lips peeled back from the teeth.
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16571411
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chains across all the old doors
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165730
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my molars are dancing, tekka-tekking to the strung-out paint can groove of my heart.
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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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