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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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There was no provision for keeping the post on the door, but I did not have the fingernails to pry it off.
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I am useless. A freak. Different. They all hate me now. All except you, of course. You will never leave me. Never. I'd kill them all if I could. Every single one. But twenty-four, that's a lot even for me. I'm so sick of the cliques; the special groups and hastily strung…
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Smiling at stones and chunks of earth pounding in...
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I felt the most afraid I’ve ever felt in my life, like all the unknowns in the universe were rushing through me at once.
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Blue skies greet us as we exit the forest . . .
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Go diddle in the sand//
to save some other sinner/
a death of stones.
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I will show you how, in the spring,
the sidewalks here
look like a crossword puzzle resting under
a glass of lemonade,
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142941
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This poem first appeared in “Walt’s Corner” of The Long Islander, founded by Walt Whitman in 1838.
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1429105
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Cultivate your vaginal tears
at the gates of Thigh and Holy.
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142940
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Then it started extruding tendrils and tying them all into intricate knots.
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“If your work is good you will get published. Just keep at it."
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The young man pulls out his wallet, grabs a couple of bills and stops short of handing them to the bedraggled man. “So how do I know you’re not going to go out and buy some crack with this money?”
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the two become one where/
all things end,
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1429134
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So I've got this head in a jar and I'm not sure who it belongs to.
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I can’t deny you’re beautiful, though it’s unsure how many of your defects are fudged by my myopia.
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I want to tell you how the odor of the flowers/felt her funeral day
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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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I wrote her a poem.She said, “I hate poetry.” I said, “OK, just read the words then."
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I offer you a peanut butter sandwich full of unconditional love
and you say I'm being controlling, so I let you eat cake, eat cake.
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I suppose it was inevitable, This crashing of souls, This recognition of possibility to create. If we were younger, We would make a baby, The ultimate act of faith. Now it has to be something else, Nothing to force a track with night feedings, …
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It was an eagle in the waves
Those eyes make no mistake
Especially from a mile high
Blue fish and tuna
Too dumb to run
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That afternoon she met me in the lobby of my hotel and we simply smiled at each other in the elevator going up to my room where we sat on the couch for about three hours and told of our lives, of being apart, for so many years, then sensing our time was nearly used up, I…
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Overnight Robbie had lost his youth. But since he was still only nine and his arm looked like a nine-year-old's arm, people didn't notice much at first, until he tried running. Or if he was introduced, and they went to shake his hand. He immediately lea
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The first of the fires that started by the river in the abandoned mills were so hot they burned white and pale blue
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The purple sweater brought out the blue in her eyes. Fantastic eyes made of ice, she was a stunner, and she knew it. I met her at Slabtown
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Sometimes I think living in a house with so many rooms /
you can get lost just making your way to the fridge /
should be enough. I chastise myself for wanting more.
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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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