1479 5 5
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I opened the closet door and there stood Eugène Ionesco lost among our clothes.
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147920
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When they tell you to choose your last meal, it probably hasn't dawned on you yet.
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147978
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In and out of morphine dreams, he flies through the unfinished roof of Illinois sky. Below, matchbox-sized farm machines. A silo becomes his father's thermos, the silver-capped tower from which he stole sips at ten, his first secret. Back …
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147900
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The eyelid of the sink blinks silence. The clocks choke on smoke.
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147921
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Vietnam, Tet, and beaucoup Charlie
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147953
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He looked like a black paper doorway pasted onto a painting of summer.
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1479115
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Blue skies greet us as we exit the forest . . .
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147864
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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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147831
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My beloved lets me crawl into bed
and put my feet on him
since his skin is
warm and hot like a fire roaring from within
his soft flesh.
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147853
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Any form of exertion would defile what we are trying to do
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147842
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If this road could answer
I would ask her what it is like
to follow the path
of the rippleshimmery river
for too many miles
through the slowly ghosting towns
and the corncovered landscapes
of the dying Midwest
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147873
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Sometimes you have to go wild; you have just to go fucking nuts. You do.
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147862
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147850
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Rumpelstiltskin cried
because you belong to me;
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1478103
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Words are looking ever so strange today
like a hole in space
a wind in a cloud
a face superimposed over a mountain
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147844
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Lying on a high seat in the south study, this is what I see:
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14781816
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Gossip Betty Martini divorces husbands when they least expect it. On a seeming whim, she pays a visit to dear Arnold, who keeps her papers handy in his top desk drawer. She initials here and there, signs with a…
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1478116
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fanned lashes on rouged cheek
a glamorous sea creature
in violet perfume
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147875
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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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147895
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We got a sandwich at Mr. Pickle's, but they cut the sandwich in the plastic. Plastic wrap.
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147854
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Last night as a duration spent hovering in electronic media-space.
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1478126
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147762
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INSTRUCTIONS: To all students, please address your index card: "To the Finder of this Balloon." Beneath that, write something that will encourage the finder to email you back. Then tape the index card to your balloon's string.Happy Ballooning! To the Finder…
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1477158
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Go diddle in the sand//
to save some other sinner/
a death of stones.
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1477179
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A woman who is, say, a culinary arts champion or an heiress devoted to literature such as Bryher (Annie Winifred Ellerman) or Peggy Guggenheim might be able to turn me on, turn me out, turn me around.
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147710
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What if
Everything
I have been doing
Hasn’t been heard
By anyone?
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1477126
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Have you heard this yet? The daughter flew home to care for the mother, whose pump is still tick ticking—though now with aid—which means she leaves the kitchen when the microwave clicks on.
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147700
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A life in NYC was one I always dreamed of but I found myself turning into a bitter, sarcastic person who was losing the ability to see the silver lining in just about anything.
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147721
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At eight o' clock: as, drawn by many bells, The patchwork congregation lopes and stalks, To churches far from serenade of shells To storms, we leave behind the windblown walks, And sails of youth, to glide through liquid hells, A temporal…
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147762
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Speaking of stiff nipples, I heard you once wanted to become a painter, because of your fondness for nipples. Feeling like Gauguin and his little Polynesian women/girls, are we? So, you're going to try to out-paint God, are you, Mr. Sistine Chapel of the
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