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He spotted her in Sarasota Whole Foods surveying the artichokes
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152964
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Poetry is conceit; emotional, intellectual or technical.
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1529104
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Every day, a fresh new/
strain of Hell reveals itself
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152955
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She thinks this is the place she dreamed
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152864
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I'd wear my pajamas too, fitting for the big sleep
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152811
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Summer bakes the metal playground slide to ripples. Still, kids line up. Sadists, all of them. Lucky enough to choose pain. Max feels it every breath, unwanted.
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152833
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The shit just doesn't want to come off.
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152800
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Licking my wounds.
That's what my mother calls it. I'm not really sure what that means or if it's true. Sure, losing your boyfriend, apartment and job in a matter of months can drive someone to do something impulsive. Something crazy. But I've always b
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152800
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Oh, you aren't going to lecture us, for heaven's sake?
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152853
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Any form of exertion would defile what we are trying to do
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152821
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I think we could be twins, our hands hitching us together like paper dolls, our parkas making blobby round balloon shapes as outlines for our bodies. I imagine each of us holding onto someone else, and the line continuing on from there until we have a cha
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152810
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Desire stirred into the liquid reveals
Cold ice smoking colder,
As you pipet these channels of my heart.
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152843
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The shirts hanging by the back veranda serve as our memorial to them.
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1528109
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...clash of gulls
wend upwards, disappearing into grey
night's high tide recedes
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152887
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...coming into that bone yard, you just hang a right, go on past La Fontaine, and take a left a bit further on. Jimbo's right up in there.
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152866
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He thought she should have come with an owner’s manual
So he would know how to operate the equipment
It was definitely more than he bargained for
Or knew how to handle
She was too hot
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1528129
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Enumerate the small delights/ this bright first morning
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1528106
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The dictator, what'sisface, was crazy nuts.
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1528119
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A cheap pocket knife was the only sharp I carried in my backpack and they allowed me that. The man with the pot tattoo on his neck said, “All of us here needs some type of knife. You gotta cut up your food. We don't…
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152822
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In the privacy of a booth?
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152898
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Regret takes the shape of little clouds ...
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152822
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I want to be adored for something and chose poetry to be that something adored for. But Annie doesn’t see why anyone would ever choose anything over love.
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152842
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I got to see me the other day.
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15271011
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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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152795
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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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152710
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On Friday evenings they play Scrabble, a whole crowd of them. They use books to keep score, page numbers, instead of a long column of pencil scratches. They organize themselves into teams; the English majors all together, versus biology, history and horn players. She and he…
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152755
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Style Shifts “Oh, yes, my cousin. We were rude boys until the armed gangs started to gather. Used to be we could pass a night driving, playing our songs, acting tough. Yeah. We'd mouth off, flash some teeth, spark some anger when we felt like it. We…
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152794
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When we are given eternity, as a night is eternal
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152710
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The parrots woke Eddie up. That and Rocker snoring in the twin bed. A thousand parrots flying over the motel? They squawked, God how they…
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On the street / The protesters stand / Yelling words empty as wind
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