1571 4 3
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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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157100
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I'm a jogger of these parts, but I've yet to discover a dead body, or even dead body parts, or worse yet, discover that my parts will be discovered by some unfortunate jogger.
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1571129
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anxiety
said Kierkegaard
is the dizziness
of freedom
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157144
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I assume the shape of a pronoun.
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15711110
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That won’t kill me, will it? I asked. Maybe, the doctor said.
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157100
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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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157196
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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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157166
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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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157152
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Hissing through the opening, the spirits have no place.
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157122
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1571104
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The aisle, nave and/
transept twist themselves/
into an auditorium.
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1571157
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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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157111
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children love to push the gas up and down my limbs
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157121
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They could cram Rob inside the trunk and then drop him somewhere in the dingles.
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157032
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I turned a maiden to a witch / and back again
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157053
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under your skin the moon is alive
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157021
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...She smells like Mentholadium all the time which is one of them old lady smells. When I get up there, she says, “I’ll scrub the bee jesus out of you little girl,” and by God, I have a purty good bath that day.
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157050
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I made her a mix tape. It was revolutionary. Twenty-two songs she had to hear at least once in her life. I even drew some trippy drug-like designs on the label of the CD to make it seem more real. It was the ocean and the sun and every body of land balled up…
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157085
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When Frank entered Michiko’s apartment, Michiko was not there.
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157040
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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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157043
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Until the ivy hides me in
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157065
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What a nation!
First we lost our money
Now we’ve lost our funny
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157055
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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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157065
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We now live in post-Postmodern Absurdist fear of course, says our smiling Prof. That’s the price we pay he tells us. . . .
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157075
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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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157085
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We will collapse in a storm of images
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157034
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They were just boys, the Nazis I mean, young in their twenties, not much older than my brother Cyril.
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157022
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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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1570118
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I can’t decide whether I want to be buried or cremated when I die.
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1569710
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From room to room, neither closet nor drawer contained any remnant of pleasant memory.
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