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In the privacy of a booth?
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153065
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Certain disorders lend themselves to poetics.
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153000
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She wheeled more deeply into the office towards Mason’s desk. Keith hurried to the desk and pulled the chair out of the way for her and a sat down next to her. She was blue-eyed, pale and completely hairless, which made it difficult to guess her age.
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15302110
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I approached him slowly. His voice was soft and raspy. He said, "Kneel down my son, I've been expecting you."
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153053
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Any form of exertion would defile what we are trying to do
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153021
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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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153040
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I await, here at Sandymount Strand / There's a stony bed and moistened sand / Couples dance away into futurity /
With their dogs upon the shore
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153021
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I remember sitting there on the first unfinished rooftop, watching you building houses out of words. You hammered in grammar and punctuation; you said these things needed to be hammered in by hand. You drove the long straight exclamation …
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153033
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two pairs of arms and legs
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1530129
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Enumerate the small delights/ this bright first morning
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1530106
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The dictator, what'sisface, was crazy nuts.
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1530119
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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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153055
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She thinks this is the place she dreamed
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153044
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A rope is cleaner,
he explains with a straight face.
He's calmed by the visual.
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153000
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"Oh — what is this 'work' thing the philosophers speak of" sort of thing.
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153031
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Sheep are very philosophical, I hear. Stop this hopeless dreaming.
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1529105
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The washing machine at home was broken. It was an old leaky Maytag. A discouraging mess—twisted panties, sky-blue jeans, and an old lover or two or three floating downstream (the reverse of spawning salmon). Each man was slightly drowned,…
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152994
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When we are given eternity, as a night is eternal
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152933
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The shit just doesn't want to come off.
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1529910
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When the dark shadows of his limp eyes told us life was slowly seeping away, stolen by his stroke, his wife signed the “DO NOT RESUSCITATE” order and, tearfully leaving the room, she turns, asking a final question, “Think a needy family could use his…
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152900
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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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1529118
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At the conference her boss showed off his knowledge of wines.
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152901
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On the street / The protesters stand / Yelling words empty as wind
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152942
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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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1529108
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The first night I met her we slow danced to George Strait songs for most of the evening and when we took a break, our talking went warm and well as we sat eating hot dogs and sipping beers until she dropped a couple of bombs, first, telling me she was married and then, that…
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1529109
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...clash of gulls
wend upwards, disappearing into grey
night's high tide recedes
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152977
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Harvey C. Hamby was drunk. Usually he held his liquor well, but tonight he was off his form. Stumbling over an ottoman, he landed on the floor in a sodden sprawl. As he fell, his left foot shot out behind him and socked Glenda Steinberg in…
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152966
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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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152967
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The currents of events/
strip the molecules from cartilage,//
reverse polarity of ventricles—
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152964
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Poetry is conceit; emotional, intellectual or technical.
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