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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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145511
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. . . nor did mine eye apologize.
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1455109
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...clash of gulls
wend upwards, disappearing into grey
night's high tide recedes
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145554
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145587
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By the sixth - Dizz, Falstaff buzzed - Croons - The Wabash Cannonball
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145598
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I don't think you understand. A sad boy doesn't just die inside, slowly, he becomes withdrawn from certain types of lovely youthful reasoning out loud, accustomed to feeling what is expected, graded, just to be allowed to survive another…
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145522
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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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145430
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Every town has one. Or one at the very least...
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145433
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The gate squeaked, the gravel shuffled and the letterbox clattered as February 14th's mail cascaded to the ground.
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145476
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Get comfortable with criticism
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145421
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I want to own you, even if it is only for a few moments or a few hours, but it will not be worth it unless for that brief span of time I know that the only purpose of your existence is to be a woman whom I own.
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145455
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“If your work is good you will get published. Just keep at it."
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145496
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As I walked down to the Subway, I thought to myself that now, after the horror in Boston, everybody looks like a terrorist.
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145461
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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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and where have the years sped
how distant was your youth
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145472
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That streetcar named Desire, it don't hardly stop for me no more. Leastwise not while I'm awake, and I don't have to be telling no nosy aides why I make them noises in my sleep.
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1454128
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That’s a long time/
to live with the certainty/
of your death
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145420
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He also had OCD. He had to kick every dog he met. Johnny killed a lot of dogs and was bitten by many others. He was a cruel bastard.
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145422
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My Thursday head belonged to a former Miss Brazil named Rita.
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145455
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She thinks this is the place she dreamed
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145355
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and pressed an area
on my forehead
between my eyes
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145344
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145344
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Once or twice, it was only once or twice. Three times, if I really count. And I wasn't giving or loving. And my self stayed hidden and I kept most of my clothes on.
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145332
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Michiko stood in front of Steinway Hall on West 57th Street.
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145344
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On a street-lit night in Jeddah.
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As air warms and warm/
winds stir, green becomes the force/
that surges the plains.
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I can't believe it's Frankie, but there he is at a table on the far side, just in front of the big picture window. I hold the menu close to my face and peek again over the top, watching as he reaches under the white linen tablecloth to plant…
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145342
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If white t-shirts are only an SPF of 8, she couldn’t even imagine what a white nylon-mesh umbrella on this godforsaken beach might be in terms of protection.
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Her voice gets screechy as she talks of the boy he was caught fondling in the bathroom of a bowling alley. The worst part: the dumb schmuck doesn’t even bowl.
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