1317 9 9
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Its odors of quicklime/
and pyre-smoke will curl/
commingled in acrid air.
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131611
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Every day, I write myself further away
From the East
Where we began
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1316105
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Bottom's up, mon cherie. On land, I'll grab mine with two hands. But in water, boy, I'm weightless and turning, a regular fish -- afloat, flopping, deboned.
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131632
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today on the bus/ a man in his fifties/ smiled at a baby/
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131611
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"Soviet Mandelstam rose like Christ from the Nightmare,
Rises from the gulag, sunrise on the page."
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1316108
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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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131654
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I know this much: right now I’m over a thousand miles from my brother. I’ve been watching the odometers, adding it all up.
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131633
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Tell me everything about yourself, if I could care, I can pretend, let me pretend.
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1316105
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I could still feel you like horseradish / in the hairs in the back / of my nose
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131693
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Remembering his body makes me think of Egyptian cotton sheets dried in the sun. He smelled crisp and clean even after sweating hard. His hair fell in golden spirals down his cheeks, his back, over his forehead, and captured light just like the gilded halos on…
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131621
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Vietnam, Tet, and beaucoup Charlie
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131632
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Being an uncredited bonus composition, written in the sublimest access of divine afflatus this poet believes his lyric verse has ever known. “In olden times, dark was not counted fair”: Those were the words, I think, of some old poet. …
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131643
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Auto and the Grease-Pits
Sugar Cube
Full Frontal
The Holy Grill
Crazy Al and the Squirrels
Talk Is Cheap
Grilled Cheese Sandwich
Cold Zippers
Destiny Howl
Epiphany Critter
Cold Kneecaps
Crepes
Pulled Pork
Baby Seals and the Club
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131633
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131600
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‘It's perfect,' said Maggie as she lay in the casket. Harold Barnes offered his hand. ‘It's a shame he never got to see it,' Maggie continued as she climbed free of the coffin.
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131676
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Now, this boy removed his socks in front of me, on the chair beside my desk where I read my books, and said: “My toenails aren’t shaped properly.”
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131644
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The wooden man came to her in a cloud in a vision in a dream in a story. When he spoke, his tongue clacked against his teeth.——As soon as she woke up, she knew the wooden man was in her belly. She felt heavy with him, fatigued. All she wanted to eat was…
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131601
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Laurel's new bike is powder blue, with silver tassels on the handle bars. Jenny's mouth actually waters at the sight of it, as though it were a fresh loaf of bread or a perfect, juicy orange. “You can ride it if you want,” Laurel…
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1316117
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You are a warm winter
Despite the presence of snow
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131611
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Come to the park and swing with me, sing with me.
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131586
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131510
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Smiling, holding hands, Joe and Lara basked in the sunshine of the mid January day as they approached the diner. The temperature was warm enough for golf. Joe had played in far colder weather in spring and fall.
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131520
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Each evening the man allowed himself an hour of fresh air. He and Prickles would situate themselves on the tiny balcony overlooking the same street, a blanket bundled around them both for warmth. These were the times he liked to talk to Prickles the most
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13151610
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He trembled as she splayed open his palm...
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131595
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Then I found myself in the water.
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131576
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“Somebody told me you write books.”
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131542
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Lorelei was bombarded constantly with it. She began to hate the city...
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1315115
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So I told her
think of it this way:
you’re my unlived life.
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131554
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Uzma dashes up the stairs ahead of me . . .
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1315126
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"You gonna be old before you're old," my father had told her.
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