1490 3 3
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two pairs of arms and legs
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149000
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You need only one who notices.
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149020
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“I do not know if you can hear me, or if you can talk to me. Some people do not believe in people like you, you know, spirits, ghosts or whatever you are. I do. I know you are here because of what happened here.” I could not speak. I did not feel I could.
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1490119
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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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148995
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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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148952
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Once there was a man who wrote in code. He was comfortable among substitutions
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148961
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I would like to go back (with spade, pick, soft bristles), and sift through time and layers, brush away the intervening years, and find: the tooth, knocked out by my then best friend, when we were seven, careening downhill in my father's wheelbarrow on Boscobel…
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148972
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This is what it is to feel yourself forget.
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148976
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Maybe it was a trick of the gloom.
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148942
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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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148954
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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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148943
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No pain is private. How can it be?
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14891210
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I. Two cancer scares since June, one came up nothing the other nothing much. (My breasts are dense: I know all about moles— little bastards don't have to get sun to go nuts.) My manuscript travels ether to…
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148967
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The currents of events/
strip the molecules from cartilage,//
reverse polarity of ventricles—
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148943
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A tornado and peacock were bred in his paddock; the couple gave birth to a turquoise lasso.
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148833
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For me, it was that kind of moment. I got to come back. I had been here before and now, well now, I could come back. I had a chance to do it all again, bigger, better and well, just better. I hoped I could remember all that I learned the first time.
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148864
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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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148832
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As I gripped the wheel and stared at the expanse above my head, my compass spun wildly. Something wasn't quite right
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148894
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When we are given eternity, as a night is eternal
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148857
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It is claimed we choose/
conditions of our servitude.
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148865
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I know someone in need of healing.
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148822
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I do not know the species of birds here. /
The two I see playing on the balcony at night /
I can never call back.
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148800
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a dozen girls with Encarnación's face flit past, whispering kisses along the part of my hair, tickling their hems along the cuticles of my nails.
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148844
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Jenny was certain nobody saw her when she took the slinky shirt from her father's store. It was blue with buttons shaped like cherries, the fabric light as air. She balled it up in her hand. Her father owned a chain of boutiques called Body Electric. The racks were…
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148884
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It was cold and clammy, but then it got worse. Far worse. Any opportunity to celebrate the unity and harmony of tolerance was soon cancelled.
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148800
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You cannot go back, you cannot go home, you cannot cannot cannot…Only in memory is it possible to travel back in time. We all imagine it. We relive happy moments, sad moments, we exist, time exists and it passes. We cannot stop it.
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148811
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. . . nor did mine eye apologize.
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1488109
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...clash of gulls
wend upwards, disappearing into grey
night's high tide recedes
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148831
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It worked for a short time and their next album, "The Hirsute Agenda" became an underdog success.
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148822
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My Thursday head belonged to a former Miss Brazil named Rita.
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