1344 10 5
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I could still feel you like horseradish / in the hairs in the back / of my nose
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134441
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The capsules tumble around, one of them plinking against the crown in my upper-right jaw. I hate the crown… a mute reminder of the first time Brad hit me. Swallowing the capsules, my tongue probes the left side of my mouth, finding the other two crowns…
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134463
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It is midnight in Utah, but I can’t tell. It always looks like midnight in a cave.
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134451
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They come in my room without knocking and I'm nekkid.
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134410
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Hoo-ah! I love these open mikes, I get a chance to pour it out, this… whatever it is, this passion, all this love from I’ll never know where, and then, and then, sometimes, too much hate. Everything’s like all zowie!—splashing scarlet and purple,
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134432
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...I’m honest enough to know that fucking around has never been accidental or unplanned. Every time I did it, even in the rock bottom throes of esteem, sobriety, and life, yes, even on the brink of suicide, I knew exactly what I was doing...
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134496
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Earlier that morning a tree in the yard had filled with starlings, and on the way home after lunch, the sky held planes that looked like starlings, floating together.
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134484
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. . . with reference to the Compass of Discourse
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134300
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Long ago, this painter Brussegem had hung the dark mantle of Outcast Artist” over his shoulders—and over his life, he formed a strict philosophy—Art and Only Art—and protected his solitude and artistry with all his moody might,....
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134321
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In a mad tipsy leap you came up short and hard on the chipped stone counter Bruised and blue below the seams against the inside of your thigh. Your grand jeté a little too low, left you on the black floorboards Wincing in…
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134343
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They found your athymic neck/clipped like a bag of Skittles/and your lifeblood left a Rorschach test on the dash/in which they saw the future/and their own exits/(straight ahead and to the right).
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134365
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When I slip through the seams I return to the same place.
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134300
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I should have never gotten involved in such a huge lie. I was a poet, for God's sake, not a novelist. I wasn't used to lying.
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134311
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Ten-year-old Bobby Akins learned that a shotgun shell struck on its brass end with a hammer can indeed take out the left eye of an eight-year-old brother observing the proceedings close by.
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1343108
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like the Bible in / Mauritania, like a mouse in a vial of ammonia, / like a retired coal miner on vacation in the Alps
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134362
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The laptop has ruined the sanctity of the library. And so I get up and go see Queen Jane.
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134362
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I was, so I was told, the product of much hard work and a lot of invasive procedures. Initially, I'm sure my parents were making love, but then came the slog, the repeated failed attempts at getting one of mother's millions of eggs fertilized. Those tadpoles just couldn't…
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134373
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Sometimes you have to go wild; you have just to go fucking nuts. You do.
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134374
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The stain upon / many others cannot be discerned.
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134332
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It was the coward's way out, to commit suicide. And yet, one had to be brave to attempt it.
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1343103
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I am confused by your new paper-doll look, btw. Could you please look regular again by Thursday?
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134354
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When you say they were too big, too wild, they weren't too big to be giants. Giants are meant to dwarf things. They can't help it. They're not trying to make you feel helpless to give them a haircut. They just grow fast. But they…
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134300
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Ivy Oppel was one hard cousin to cry for. And a hard woman, too, but Ooops! Kapow! There's a hole in her head. Not hard enough, then.
I'm harder, thought Dumasha. A girl with a gun can have some fun in this world.
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1343118
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He picked at his food. The teen-aged boys gnawed the bones. The conversation was nothing he was interested in. Chitchat and family jokes.
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134310
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“Eat more bugs,” said an old one.
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134394
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Take no form or face beautiful enough to cause warfare, or that which would provoke inanimate objects to song. If a tree wishes to flower in your presence, request that this happen very slowly.
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134353
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—Jesus, a snoring cat. No wonder Alex put this cat outside.
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134255
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He’s more than a little pissed at all this eternal boulder rolling.
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134254
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what lion lies/ o king of flame/ upon your golden crown?
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1342119
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The commodore drives a 67 Caddy rag top
All fin and boatish power
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