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...I am taut...my ankles ache...
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15761311
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I was always more comfortable with the ponies than you were / more comfortable with betting windows and two-dollar bills than you were
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157685
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My grandmother is magnificently breasted in her floor-length nightgown.
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157652
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Last night I dreamt of water rose too high.
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1575136
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They often leave me dulled/
and wanting back my time.
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157500
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I Charles had always been bad at small talk, especially when the other person wasn't helping by taking part. “What're we doing after this?” He asked. Hiro's reply was to frown at…
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157586
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Because we are exceptional,/
our 3000 dead in New York/
exceeds in impact that of 75,000/
burned at Nagasaki,
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1575105
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I could still feel you like horseradish / in the hairs in the back / of my nose
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157566
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I hear
the shriek
of the Laughing Lady
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157588
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I roll over on the gurney or bed or whatever they call it and pull down my pants and underpants. The nurse gives me a shot in each cheek.
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157573
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edge of wolf howls and howls past sunflowers and skeletons
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157585
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there's looks between the covers and shotguns in the drawer
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157500
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“Well in opposite heaven every time you make scrambled eggs the shells break into a million pieces, then you spend eternity picking them out of the yolk.”
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157585
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—Jesus, that bastard has everyone in his pocket.
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157572
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In fifth grade my mom gave me her CD player. I didn't own many CDs, only a few I remember, but I couldn't take it off my head.
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157595
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Beneath the rise and murmur of your voicethere lies a hush more rapid than the silence meets within your eyes; the ghosts of cloudfall also meet them there. Your tongue has murmurs more than I can hear just now, for here my ears are met with something…
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157464
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As a boyfriend, he knows that such A.D.D. insensitivity could be considered a major liability in the eyes of most girlfriends, including his.
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4th of July weekend, Woodland canyon, summer heat like the Garden of Eden, lush, green, secluded. She lay by the creek in a lounge chair under dappled shade from the sycamore trees, listening to the frogs jump and the birds sing, admiring the orange tiger lilies that…
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157452
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I am not covetous for catnip,
Nor care where I sleep at night.
It irks me not who takes my
Favorite chair, or swats me off a table.
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157411
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And in the end we're crouched over like children / sifting through this tide-pool
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157400
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I hauled out my Norton Anthology and threw caution to the wind.
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157400
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"Holy shit. Holy shit holy shit holy shit..."
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157411
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I came late to sunrise. The hills were lit / with goats.
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1574116
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the neighborhood glistens, silver,/
in an otherwise sad November/
light
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157474
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The world is slick as alabaster, taking the guesswork out of the rain. Junction Road moves like thick grease under the tires of my '89 Skyhawk. The old car's making a clicking noise somewhere underneath the high-beam switch and the damn…
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1574125
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The moon poured more/
light into the sky/
yet we kept on talking
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157433
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Hollow as spit over rock
Was the mood in the library...
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157465
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Yes, I can imagine it now/
how we could each disappear completely/
connected only through memory's fault lines/
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157476
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Now, this boy removed his socks in front of me, on the chair beside my desk where I read my books, and said: “My toenails aren’t shaped properly.”
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Almost every weekend I'd ask Henry to go out with me and Marge, telling him we could double and, hey, maybe he could bring Ellen, who he dated a while back, who still asked about him. I'd suggest such things as going to a movie or out for a few drinks to reminisce about our…
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