1530 6 6
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I sneak glances of her unhooking the clasp, taking it off, so that her back is bare, and I can see the muscles, the bones underneath move as she puts the new one on...
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153062
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The goose on the roof isn’t aware it is doing anything odd...
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153000
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"Oh — what is this 'work' thing the philosophers speak of" sort of thing.
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1530219
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Polite society will cheer/
as another body is discovered//
and disposed of. The cheers/
will drown out the gasps
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152922
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Secretly she suspected she was really a witch. She didn't have green skin or scraggly black hair, and certainly no flying monkeys. Maybe those came over time, the more bad things you did, the more ugly you became until all the world could see how horrible
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1529119
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If you can’t consummate tomorrow / you may as well just annul the future
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152911
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You can tell
Noah hates
his job
and stares off
into space
not thinking of
birds
or land anymore
or the stars
just that wide
wide water
that won’t go
away
and why in the vast
flooded
damned
world
he was the one
w
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152900
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Alysia and Megumi made their magic circles, but they stopped short when they saw a young man at the end of the street. Their eyes trembled and their feet moved them back without thought.
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152976
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The window washer started saving pigeons whose feet were wrapped in fine black thread, the result, he informed me, of picking through trash bins. They are very intelligent, he went on to explain. (Right, trash bins, I thought to myself.) People tend to av
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152933
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I didn’t see the little boy run up to Bandit until it was too late. The kid was about four and was excited to see such a big dog. He reached out his hand to pat Bandit’s head and Bandit lunged at him. The leash was wrenched from my hand, leaving a bloody
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1529144
|
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152911
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feet soft as eyelids on the tarmac
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1529127
|
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152977
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And a delicacy
in the right regrets.
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152988
|
I could hide away in this tower
But I am Rapunzel
And I will let down my hair
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152821
|
Her eyeballs are made of fur, like plush little bumblebees at home in her sockets.
|
152876
|
"I tell you about ten other men
who want to love me and two I could kiss
in the smoking room of a jazz club,
you wonder if I’d love anyone."
|
152853
|
The arrangements of lights on the cracking towers are a segment of Orion’s belt, the handle of the Big Dipper and a section of Andromeda’s spine.
|
152843
|
Until the ivy hides me in
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152894
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When it starts looking bad enough, I bundle up and head out the door.
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152865
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I'm in love with Uzma Goef, a beautiful young woman less than half my age.
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1528104
|
The aisle, nave and/
transept twist themselves/
into an auditorium.
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152811
|
If I floated about this coffee cafe,Like a spirit, just watching.In this room of framed fake memories,A room of ambient light, marketing to the masses,(It works; it gets 'em in the doors.)If I floated, I'd seeThese people sitting—eating, drinking, sipping, typing,…
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152700
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Martin Heidegger wore hearing protection out on the tarmac at JFK. The runways were broad and he danced and leapt with the freedom of a Cats performer while he guided planes to the terminal.
|
152740
|
I had never seen anyone die. For first time in my life, I was afraid, even more than when my step-dad got drunk and roughed me up. When Dale Franklin got shot last year standing on the corner outside the laundry-mat it took the ambulance forty-five minu
|
15271613
|
The body is an endless safari
filled with rhino sightings
and encounters with antelope.
|
152787
|
Study decay, says the Queen of the Underground.
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1527216
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She hasn't called me in days. Before calling her, I search my memory for something romantic to say. Shakespeare's Sonnet 73 says exactly what I'm thinking. But she doesn't need to hear it. She already knows, as all human efforts come to an end, my core energies are tapering…
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152767
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These little things, they are the hopes We were waiting for, they are everywhere. I made this one just for you. Call them feathers. Call them roses. You'll always See them if you need them. These Little things carry the good news…
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152740
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“I’m making a dress,” she said, feeding the pages through the sewing machine.
He didn’t know how to answer. “Are those my books?”
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