1433 16 12
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He was losing his fight with
malaria, but you would never
know it from his dreams
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14331311
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Enough, Trump. We've had it my dear, with your pink ties, your hairs, your swagger, your towers, your money, tempers, walls, bombs, smarts, snarls, pouts and doubts, bigotty bile, and once again, style. We just…
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14322014
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I become the accumulation/
of appetites
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143285
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—Mazel tov, schmazel tov!
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143220
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The location : Vic's Seedy Space Bar. No, that's not just a description, that's the real name.
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143220
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Some people hate Waikiki. Not me. Most hotels had lounges with live music, either inside or around the pool. Evenings were spent bar hopping up and down the strip, Kalakaua Avenue. The bars stayed open till 4:00 a.m. It was safe to walk…
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143247
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Early on, I looked for work; I walked the want-ad trail. Shuttle-driver, apartment leasing expert, laundry technician, account executive, PHP developer, dog sitter, sleep study subject – I would do anything that seemed steady.
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143274
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Once again there's too much to handle and
no space to process
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1432146
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He hates this body no less now/
than he did at 14 for its pudginess/
and the hair that can’t conform
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143233
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I contemplate the words that did not make it; the lost ones. The words deprived of their moment in the sun. These words. These words that are not part of the story.
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143210
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No matter how much he composes and prepares, he cannot override the electrical trigger in his brain. Something to do with the resonance of physical memory. It remembers amplitudes of current.
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14321610
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They teach that emotional pain is physical pain, culture pain is science pain, but they cannot test for the absence of these synaptic conclusions. I will say, if you can test me and find something missing then you can supplement me for the missing thing.
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143277
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"We're practicing," she signs, "for an earthquake."
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143232
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They watched the seven o'clock news.
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143133
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143141
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At a rest stop in Montpelier, they stopped to buy Cokes and gum from the vending machines. He was showing off, trying to jimmy one of the locks with a safety pin but it stayed locked and she laughed at him and he said goddamn, look at all a them Milkyways
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143121
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Thirty years later – and all the years in between – Alan Walton would remember how insidious it was, the anger that started that night with Quinton Harris, fifteen years old and the undisputed leader of the troop, and spread like a virus to the other boys
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143121
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my maddening pyromaniac,/ you're burning up my heart/ so open up your broad-toothed mouth/ and let me pour the ashes in.
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143153
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under your skin the moon is alive
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143132
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Instead, I get things like,
“Why can’t you find a nice man with cancer or a bum leg?”
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1431108
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1431113
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Ego bereft of consistency Betrays a heart hungering to toll. Unable to trust its will Or harbor imaginary gods, It gains a hold melding into a role whose proven viability Can give convincing cover To buy time to fabricate An identity that feels unique, Yet…
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143174
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I break your flesh
and make music
on the harp of your bones.
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143161
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When the sex that is new and promising in its awkward moments is over, you turn to him. You expect that he’s figuring out a way to leave; the parts of you that know wait for him to stand up and put his clothes back on, quicker and with more eagerness than
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143141
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On our back porch, the tiki torches are lit and so am I.
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14311312
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We discussed the epic poems/
and agreed to write a new one.
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143032
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We’re not like a lot of your fly-by-night disease-based charities. Every pence we raise goes directly to St. Bartholomew’s, where 90% of it ends up in the pockets of doctors so they can buy expensive horses.
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143075
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Nothing changes; the moon arcs its mindful lemon eye. . .
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143040
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blueberry tea and vodka on a Friday night
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