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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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148131
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In the fall it is especially beautiful with the blazing orange oaks set on fire against a crystal blue sky. It is here that she frequently daydreams of her demise.
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148165
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I know someone in need of healing.
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148100
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The Vegan Defense League is a vigilante group formed to fill the gap left by local law enforcement, who jam the parking lot a mile down the road at a donut shop. “By the time the cops finish their coffee and chocolate frosted donuts, we could be dead.”
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148154
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In his heyday, Burt Reynolds owned $100,000 worth of custom-made toupees.
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148163
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It is midnight in Utah, but I can’t tell. It always looks like midnight in a cave.
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148155
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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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148121
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Soon the world is on film that is burning.
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1481109
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...clash of gulls
wend upwards, disappearing into grey
night's high tide recedes
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148112
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she goes jogging with the feet of an angel the sound of crunching leaves like wrapping paper torn open to reveal an expensive doll and the light in her mother's eyes.
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148174
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the stars might be the audience or they might not be
if the beat sits right next to me and hugs me nasty
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148167
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The currents of events/
strip the molecules from cartilage,//
reverse polarity of ventricles—
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148100
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Who is the torturer and who is the tortured?
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148120
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Each had jostled and laboured for his or her place upon the blunt outcrop, in the cold persistent darkness, where the outcrop was merely something that had fallen and not quite been washed away.
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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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148022
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The light of day is screaming,
shook by the calls of howler monkeys,
their low roar hanging in the salt,
in the black sand riding the wind,
as Playa Negra outstretches its infinite arms.
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148021
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Sit down at night and stare into the fire. Consider if Cupid is just another liar.
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148095
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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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148032
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I used to be a poet, you know. /
Better, in many respects, than you.
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148043
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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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148054
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still curious of the taste of eggs
finally licking my plate
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148052
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Once there was a man who wrote in code. He was comfortable among substitutions
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148064
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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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The convalescent home's common areas are surprisingly well-appointed, given the neighborhood, which makes his actual living quarters that much more dismaying. Poorly lit, dusty, stifling, the room reeks of socks worn for weeks on end. My nostrils burn, and my eyes…
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148040
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Then it started extruding tendrils and tying them all into intricate knots.
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148055
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“If your work is good you will get published. Just keep at it."
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148032
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Sirens wake me, screaming warnings in the dark.
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This is what it is to feel yourself forget.
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