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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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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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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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14801011
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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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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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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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148055
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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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148044
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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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148031
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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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148065
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I know someone in need of healing.
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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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148000
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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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148055
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“If your work is good you will get published. Just keep at it."
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148054
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In his heyday, Burt Reynolds owned $100,000 worth of custom-made toupees.
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148055
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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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148032
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Sirens wake me, screaming warnings in the dark.
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148072
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This is what it is to feel yourself forget.
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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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148054
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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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148074
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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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148021
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She continued to cooperate with a city council agenda dominated by globalized privatization
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148032
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Sebastian and Janice had been a natural match. They sought to deny this at first because a recovery assistance program was not a place to forge intimate relationships. It worked out wonderfully in Hollywood, but Hollywood, as everyone knew, was just a facade. So…
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147921
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Sit down at night and stare into the fire. Consider if Cupid is just another liar.
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147995
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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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147952
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Once there was a man who wrote in code. He was comfortable among substitutions
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