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There’s someone in the audience who is immolating himself
Cutting his own leg over and over with a pen knife
And groaning: “Oh God, oh God”
And all I can think from up at the podium is
This guy must absolutely hate these poems
I am reading
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148061
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She burps in beauty, like a frog
Who sits on lily pad so green,
Resounding nightly in his bog
But to my eyes unseen.
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148042
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The first and easiest reason was that he never hit me. Well, if he never hit me, then how could it possibly be abuse? Never mind the threats to stab me in the neck. He was only angry. He really didn't mean that. Never mind he restrained me, or cornered me
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148086
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I wrote her a poem.She said, “I hate poetry.” I said, “OK, just read the words then."
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148021
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She continued to cooperate with a city council agenda dominated by globalized privatization
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14791011
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I fall in love with a second cousin at the picnic. I make sure I sit next to her.
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147954
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still curious of the taste of eggs
finally licking my plate
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147964
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They made posters and hung them everywhere. With the passing days she became the photograph at its center: hair always in the same ponytail; always with the same smile
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When He had built the Universe, there was no greater joy in putting it together. The angels themselves were perfect constructs of concept and design, embodiment of breathing principle over particle waves. They each had their purpose; each mortar or a supp
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I am going to quit clicking refresh, only because it is clear nothing is happening out there. After I click refresh just one more time, that is, and then I am closing the window. After clicking one more last time. …
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147976
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Get comfortable with criticism
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147965
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I know someone in need of healing.
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147922
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I do not know the species of birds here. /
The two I see playing on the balcony at night /
I can never call back.
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147988
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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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Then it started extruding tendrils and tying them all into intricate knots.
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147955
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“If your work is good you will get published. Just keep at it."
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147954
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In his heyday, Burt Reynolds owned $100,000 worth of custom-made toupees.
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147972
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This is what it is to feel yourself forget.
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147954
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Mon wakes up surrounded by trees. The light is grey, the trunks black.How long have I slept? he wonders.He doesn't know which way to walk. In every direction, the same prospect of trees. He looks up at a blank sky. No sign even of the sun.***He starts walking. Slowly,…
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147922
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My Thursday head belonged to a former Miss Brazil named Rita.
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147965
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It sits up tall on its hind legs to take in all of whatever this is, big and bluer than the sky, death's own taxicab parked on its doorstep.
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147900
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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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I recalled the one night stand I'd had with the girl one balmy summer night in Minneapolis. We lay on my bed in the moonlight, and I touched the nipples of her tiny breasts with the thumb and pinkie of one hand.
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147843
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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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147852
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Once there was a man who wrote in code. He was comfortable among substitutions
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147833
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For me, it was that kind of moment. I got to come back. I had been here before and now, well now, I could come back. I had a chance to do it all again, bigger, better and well, just better. I hoped I could remember all that I learned the first time.
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Michiko stood in front of Steinway Hall on West 57th Street.
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147822
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Suddenly I'm not feeling it anymore. /
Poetry has become insufficient. /
I can't do it like I used to.
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