1091 9 4
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The truth about the bird and the snake is this. They are dead. And me? I cannot stop thinking about them.
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109154
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before your full lips touch
mine.
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109161
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The old man is dead,
body propped in its cart
like the dead El Cid
strapped on his horse by Jimena
to save Valencia,
and yet...
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109165
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It sits up tall on its hind legs to take in all of whatever this is, big and bluer than the sky, death's own taxicab parked on its doorstep.
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109000
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“It's going to be hitting around the mid-90's tomorrow” said the television expert. “So what? Like 1995?” “Maybe, perhaps even '96” “Does this mean I should break out my Backstreet Boys record?” …
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10901511
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Poor, pocked Ceres- dwarf planet/
trapped among mere asteroids-
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10901310
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the last, best//
analgesic--/
guaranteed
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109050
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the moon is the pupil of the cave’s eye
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1090119
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The commodore drives a 67 Caddy rag top
All fin and boatish power
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109043
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take back all the falderal
and friggin' fiddle dee dee
take back the mad murmuring
of ten minutes ago
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109043
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I remember how silk felt against skin, dressed in my damn flimsy things, while the cold bit my nipples. How I would lie in your arms when I was young, after being awakened from my pubescent slumber. (Enough of that!) In a rush to grow up for good, holdi
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109022
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If she was still breathing, Tom promised himself he would let her live, but right then his shoulder ached and his right hand was throbbing.
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109040
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We’re more into the punishment that works its way in through the skin and coats the heart anonymously.
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109076
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A Walk Among Pigeons
I know these pigeons. They were beggars
in another life. I may have
been among them once,
but then I fell in love, and
when that ended,
my spirit floated free.
And I became, though
somewhat battered and
b
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109022
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My grandma kicks field goals between her bedposts, again and again. My finger is sore from holding. She says that's all I'm good for. My finger is smudged with ink from writing my poems on her paper: half-moon rowboats, clouds like whales. She twisted my finger for …
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109041
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threads of Cocoa Krispies
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10901710
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my family's Scottish heritage
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109010
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I’m lying on the floor curled up in the foetal position and about six people are stamping on me. [...] It’s really confusing down here, what with all the kicking.
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109053
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Mother saw and swung. It was a talented slap. The kind which left white welts and then dissolved to venom in your veins. The inside of your cheek puckered and bloated.
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1090159
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Conjure calamity and calamity comes.
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109032
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Sebastian and Janice had been a natural match. They sought to deny this at first because a recovery assistance program was not a place to forge intimate relationships. It worked out wonderfully in Hollywood, but Hollywood, as everyone knew, was just a facade. So…
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1090104
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109077
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And a delicacy
in the right regrets.
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109010
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There was an implicit understanding, made clear by Athena's gentle stroking of Freddy's silky blond hair, that he would share her canopy bed with its frilly fuchsia pillows. He didn't mind this, despite despising the color of the pillows.
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108955
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He’s more than a little pissed at all this eternal boulder rolling.
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1089157
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The steady sound of shoveling for the past three hours would have woken her, should have made her come to the window...
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108941
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He gave her everything she hoped for, with the exception of two things.
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108921
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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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108900
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Seven black and orange Tortoise-shell kittens nursed in a crate the day Sue returned from rehab, to her parent's Atlanta home.
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108976
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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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