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she goes jogging with the feet of an angel the sound of crunching leaves like wrapping paper torn open to reveal an expensive doll and the light in her mother's eyes.
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Won't speak a word against 'em. Car trunk stunk like bad chicken long after, but I won't speak a word against 'em.
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146588
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Always in a hurry/to spoil your/weekend
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146585
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—Jesus, that bastard has everyone in his pocket.
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146575
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The nerves are birds that guide us to feeling the loop and lift of reverie.
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146565
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I was low on carburetor / oxygen and my fraud protection / had just expired.
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146521
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I am exceeded / by a leaf
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146411
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No chance for Hallo, we sank into an unlit station doorway and he fumbled through my shorts.
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The brain taints everything it brings to us/
with its limited apparatus, its precepts,//
all the things it thinks it knows.
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146400
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I remember one time when we played strip poker in the basement of your house on Euclid Avenue, me, Terry, you and Andy. And I remember drinking lots of wine and fixing the deck so that you kept losing and having to take off all your clothes, and still you
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1464159
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heart-shaped stones
love, devotion
no way
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146441
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"I am lying on my back and am confused."
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“Tell me a story,” he said, toying with his top hat, running his fingers along its brim.
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146455
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I have a ninety two percent rejection rate.
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Listen to chickadees. Join / LinkedIn.
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After my mother died, my father shipped me to my uncle's. He hadn't told me she was dying, so he could just mourn alone.Lena lived next door, Italian, my age -- which was ten -- beautiful. She was watched by goons in black suits. Her parents owned a restaurant. Across the…
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But tonight
while your finger
glides across
the glossy pages
of Popular Science
I hold a séance
for the Holy Spirit
in utter seriousness
among the book clutter
and crumpled manifestos
in the basement
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1464108
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I never took more than a few pills at a time, just enough for a treat on Friday night.
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1464105
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“Now,” my friend said. “Tell us about earthquakes. Can we expect one anytime soon?”
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146400
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My eyes don’t close but hers are shut tight, and something inside tells me that to this girl, I could be absolutely anyone.
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Sit down at night and stare into the fire. Consider if Cupid is just another liar.
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We all thought, Birds! We all thought, Nests inside the chimney!
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The washing machine at home was broken. It was an old leaky Maytag. A discouraging mess—twisted panties, sky-blue jeans, and an old lover or two or three floating downstream (the reverse of spawning salmon). Each man was slightly drowned,…
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He stops smiling and only
says he loves me when prompted,
as if asking me to pass the salt
for his inner peace as it tastes too bland.
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The convalescent home's common areas are surprisingly well-appointed, given the neighborhood, which makes his actual living quarters that much more dismaying. Poorly lit, dusty, stifling, the room reeks of socks worn for weeks on end. My nostrils burn, and my eyes…
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I almost caught a poet today.
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Not all ideas are bad, just mine.
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