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What if
Everything
I have been doing
Hasn’t been heard
By anyone?
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After the Tokyo experience, Frank and Michiko decided that when she went on extended tours, Frank would accompany her.
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With their brightly-colored bits of
found string
woven into the walls of their nests
to teach their baby birds
what the worms of the future
will look like.
Somewhat like the
cave paintings of Lascaux
for early man in France,
when hunti
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I feel his hand on my face, feel it brush past my lips, and I taste my sister's blood.
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She calls me by my name. She says I am her daughter.
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Sirens wake me, screaming warnings in the dark.
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Lying on a high seat in the south study, this is what I see:
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You need only one who notices.
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I want to tell you how the odor of the flowers/felt her funeral day
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edge of wolf howls and howls past sunflowers and skeletons
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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 want to read a story that ends unhappily ever after: one where the bad guy wins and no one gets the girl.
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I got to see me the other day.
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That TV you got me? Ruined. And the ionizer fan? Ruined too. All your clothes you left over here, all my work scrubs and weekend dresses too, soaked with that river stink water. I kept thinking bout all the dead creatures.
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I'd wear my pajamas too, fitting for the big sleep
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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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They think because you are a writer you are not much of a listener and so you begin to recognize all of the great opportunities to be much more of a listener and then you shut your trap and get sucked into the whorls of her big wet brown eyes with Italianate…
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Galloping people, tangled in ballets of hot love, weaving in and out, making a canvas of it.
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It was your present world that seemed more than mad to me. Your polished stiff brown shoes that always squeaked like mice, while the latest rude Bombers bubbled up in their comfortable Dart-board garages like apple pies…
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I opened the closet door and there stood Eugène Ionesco lost among our clothes.
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I know someone in need of healing.
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The blaring scream from my alarm clock suffices as my wake-up call. It disrupts me from my dream state that I so rarely get the privilege to experience any more. I've always loathed that alarm clock, so I turn it off in the most sensibly aggressive manner I know how: just…
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In a field of barley, I see you, ...
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“Sandy likes the way Bob spanks, when he’s done she gives him thanks."
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Cicadas shed their skin as they grow, leaving crisp hollowed out remains on tree trunks, fence posts, and the undersides of upturned leaves. Tommy and I would collect them in the early morning and stick them to our clothes like brooches. I used to like Tommy,…
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Zusman snored on the sofa as Motel gathered his belongings in the dark. He moved quietly as had become his custom in the mornings. Initially he had tried not to wake his nephew on his way to work in the…
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Said do you feel it when you touch me?
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At some point, you care/
just enough to wake each morning,
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My mother gave her all to convince him to be a politician. My sister begged on bleeding knees for him to give her head. I just needed somebody to help me find things.
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