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On shingle of seashells &
Bullet shells,
Ghosts drift along the shore
Of the Black Sea.
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My vagina invites you to a party
Whenever your time frees up
Or now,
Now would be better
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No twinkle- so, planet, not star./
And bright, so either Venus/
or Jupiter. I’m guessing, Jupiter.
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The following is a true story, or rather it is a true experience from the story of my life. Some say that just because something happens doesn’t really make it “true”.
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"In the grave my lips will still be moving."
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Many hours to make a brick: many bricks to make a curve.
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o christ/ here you are again/ you sickness appearing in my brain/ pouring smog from my jaw/ my body hot and cold as though sleepless/ while i could sleep/ centuries/ undisturbed/ and awaken, tireder still./
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Thank you for the flip book with the woman dancing, bird wing elbows, knees this way and that.
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In retrospect, we should have been a cult.
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I rifled through the bedside table until I found dirty magazines
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Paris is a great place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there.
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They build them high they do in Waveland, Mississippi.The tall houses with their skinny thighs spread wide flirting with the dusky coast, like antebellum ladies petticoats lifted, stockings wetted, ankles bared, savingtheir hems from the unpredictable tide,…
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Until the ivy hides me in
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The night is very clear and unusually cold. We are so near to the star that its light banishes the darkness that tries futilely to extinguish it. A small village twinkles in the foothills to our east. The cry of a lost sheep cuts the night like a blade
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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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I have reasons to believe she’s been stealing.“
“Stealing what?”
“Steaks.”
“Steaks?”
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I’m from the Land of Sky Blue Waters. I grew up in a lake. I think I’m half fish.
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This story* is brought to you by
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My uncle lived part-time in prison, in a cell with a blanket, pillow, and towel. The remainder of his days he lived in a small house on Prospect Street.
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The spirit bottles line the top of the bar
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sometimes i have to be in the other room
just so i can breathe easy away from you.
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My face in your face The light in your eyes Dancing and twirling Growing, alive A hall of mirrors reflecting me Shards of glass Silver and black Injure and cut Years of bad luck A hall of mirrors protecting me Wrinkles and bags Time's been unkind Disease and…
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Sunset swoony love waves
crash over me and I forget why
I didn’t say yes sooner
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When you're scared to write badly, that's when you write. You are probably trying to tell the truth.
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There's a large tunnel that runs under my house. I can only estimate but it's not deep below the ground and that's what worries me.
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black
hair/ (damp)
around her ears
Keys on the
table
Drinking coffee
from a glass
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men sitting on stoops
women earning the rent
by working as servants
in the rich folks yard
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Mutiny is the last I remember.
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You're so insecure; you probably think this story is about you.Well, you would be right.
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