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Tiny was my daughter. Or what was left of her. A mucous-y chunk of what was once in my womb and then wasn’t.
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my second language / to silence / plainsong of / the breast
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“That pool will be the death of me.”Which Dad said at least a couple of times a week. Ten times the week after he'd read the TXU bill.“Goddamn pump, and that twitchy little Polaris. We should fill that pool with dirt and plant some trees and Asian…
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I looked down at Earth and imagined this porn star who’d asked for my help.
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I separate my thoughts into two / camps
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We are what we are, and that is zombies.
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We cannot cross the river until it freezes. Bekker predicts January. For food we gather leaves, berries and roots from the thick forest behind the cabin. Suarez boils what we find into a revolting paste that we spoon into our mouths with dirty fingers.
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You've had some truly awful shit pumped into your brains for years at a time now. The practice started a long time ago. It's not always your fault. The only lasting way to get it out of your head is to go and figure out exactly where…
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he wanders the house/ crying for the hairless tomcat/ (gone for the night/ on an overnight job).
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Any form of exertion would defile what we are trying to do
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First of all, there was no snow. I seem to remember that. And there was no Christmas tree in the house.
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your words that came crashing over me/
so cold the clear shock was like salt water
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That Orndoff! I'd like to shove that pipe of his up his arse.
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The shirts hanging by the back veranda serve as our memorial to them.
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My grief is made up of
Demons fighting to
Claw their way first
Out of my eyes
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they tried to trick the sun
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and pressed an area
on my forehead
between my eyes
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It's become sort of a habit now when Elsie's husband is away on business two or three times a month that we take the afternoon off and drive nine miles across the river to Marginalia, Arkansas and the Moonglow Motel with its red, neon vacancy sign and although to some, two…
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At a candlelit table near the back of the restaurant, Jack and Lois greeted the waiter as he delivered their drinks, a diet coke for him, and for her, a vodka and cranberry. He apologized for the slow bar service and promised to return in a moment to take their…
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I don’t know how some can do it. Can they just walk off the animal in the yard or something, and forget about love altogether? Some have that built-in coldness of the soul, I guess. I don’t get it. The blood does not seem to shake their hearts. Are th
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I woke up pissed off—like that feeling you get when you take a long nap in the afternoon. Except instead of being on a couch or a bed, I was trapped in a mashed-up Honda on I-75.
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“If your work is good you will get published. Just keep at it."
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It was more than just taste/
more than a point of view/
and oil and pigment/
that painted a store front church/
a box with a cross in a vacant lot/
that welcomed desperation, faith/
and imagination.
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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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. . . nor did mine eye apologize.
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You may be wondering, as is only natural, about the designated husband of our dear Princess.
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"I’ve always wanted to write a novel. Like Catch-22, something off-beat that would start by word-of-mouth, you know, and become an underground classic."
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