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Why do I love you? The monster that you are?
I love you for revealing to me my strength
My determination, my will
My need to survive
I love you for showing me the gift that is living
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Clouds quickly appeared, in a perfect peach sky. Big, puffy clouds, moving together, formed the shape of a heart.
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So I've got this head in a jar and I'm not sure who it belongs to.
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They come in my room without knocking and I'm nekkid.
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The young boy sat on the swing, hearing sirens in the distance. The tops of his shoes were dirty. His fingers as well, where he drew stick figures of people in the dirt. His…
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My Thursday head belonged to a former Miss Brazil named Rita.
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I am fair game that will be hunted and eaten, cutting its edge with Satan's tears from six eyes.
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It is not unusual for farmers to see the future before it’s begun—but I am not speaking here only of the need to hope but more. . . .
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Let me swim into your eyes. Let me show you my world. My album. My Albania. My albumen.
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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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A brick from the parapet splat down later as I was applying a bitter healing powder, made from the seeds of watermelons, to my raw tongue.
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In exactly 100 words, I review the cracks between my keyboard keys.
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I have a ninety two percent rejection rate.
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In and out of morphine dreams, he flies through the unfinished roof of Illinois sky. Below, matchbox-sized farm machines. A silo becomes his father's thermos, the silver-capped tower from which he stole sips at ten, his first secret. Back …
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Aura arrives with the incense and her mysteries. Her scent of wet earth, and crushed flowers, a touch of Jasmine and Frankincense. Her dark hands passing over my body, her warmth. A whisper. A prayer.
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In the diffuse light of early morning you wear a sweat suit maybe and stand in front of a model-kitchen counter in a model-home kitchen
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He spotted her in Sarasota Whole Foods surveying the artichokes
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The nerves are birds that guide us to feeling the loop and lift of reverie.
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She continued to cooperate with a city council agenda dominated by globalized privatization
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Who owns the moon? What title search/
could ever make a claim?
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Nurse Smithers straightened Dr. Baumgartner’s feathered head dress. it had slipped down below the caduceus so carefully painted on his forehead by the medical ritual staff.
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Look around you, see what you have built.
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Its odors of quicklime/
and pyre-smoke will curl/
commingled in acrid air.
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All else is unmoved/
and relentless in its indifference.
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Rogue sits bedside in Jello Biafra’s hospital room.
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Roanne, just out of jail, went to cop. That is, she went to beg fat little Freddy the dopeman to front her once more. She'd have to fuck Freddy, of course, but, well, maybe he'd wait until after this time. Likely not…
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I wonder if regular nonfashion clothes are out forever, if these kids will ever dress normally like, you know, Phil Donahue, again.
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