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sometimes it's hard/ to leave the house in the morning/ when bed is so comfortable/ and you're so far away.
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Jenny was certain nobody saw her when she took the slinky shirt from her father's store. It was blue with buttons shaped like cherries, the fabric light as air. She balled it up in her hand. Her father owned a chain of boutiques called Body Electric. The racks were…
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After he got on one knee, and she said, I do. After they watched the televised bombs disappear the city. After everyone fell asleep. After shock and awe, him and her making love…
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11141510
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in which a man who is bored with years of retirement poses a threat to himself and others
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I was, so I was told, the product of much hard work and a lot of invasive procedures. Initially, I'm sure my parents were making love, but then came the slog, the repeated failed attempts at getting one of mother's millions of eggs fertilized. Those tadpoles just couldn't…
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Except with the language I was born to./
Occasionally, with painters and collagists-//
dead now, typically- who can’t voice/
opposition to my misappropriations.
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111431
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This was looking down from what we know as The Grassy Knoll.
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Listen to chickadees. Join / LinkedIn.
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111400
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Some things you never forget, especially if they are repeated frequently. I cannot hear her voice saying those words, now, I have forgotten its timber, its pitch, but I remember the words.
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Much as the cockerel crows the break of day/ So, too, has our love similar herald,
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try to keep him from eating the children
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111497
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They rise up, a sullen, sorrowful/
army of reproach, staring,//
stone-faced but eyed with fire.
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111441
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The next moment is a convergence made from a single repeating sequence that disappears behind the voice that tells of it.
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11141312
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We discussed the epic poems/
and agreed to write a new one.
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One day it was boring / to be alive.
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and pressed an area
on my forehead
between my eyes
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He bought damaged and used sex dolls online.
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still have the yellow rose that I
did not throw into the grave.
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111311
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When flash and bang merge you are, according to the manual, in deep do-do.
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A tissue, she was saying - hand me a tissue. Her seat belt was locked and she was rocking back and forth in it cinching wrinkles into her favorite blue silk blouse. I can't remember her wearing anything else. Her hands were gesturing - on and on- an endless loop…
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the wind mistook your arms for wings
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white-gray mounds persist
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You left paint and blood smeared on the wall.
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111311
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feet soft as eyelids on the tarmac
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11131511
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She was not the usual member of the band, not the girl nextdoor, not next to any door, not a regular housekeeper or woman. She was a ditch digger, a pied, circular piper, a mouse hugger.
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Of flowers there Are none In June No sun Upon my cheek The gentle breeze Stirs me not The smiles They cloud my vision Birds they Sing their songs But I hear Them not When tears Rain down My heaven.
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The first inkling that I might be in love with Josie came at our high school senior day outing at, oh, what's its name, state park. I forgot, but it doesn't matter. She smiled, did a little wave and stepped away from her friends, lifted her sundress a little to keep it dry,…
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He trembled as she splayed open his palm...
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I am not the wind./
I am a stone eroded by the wind
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