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125530
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There's something wrong with my feet, if they are my feet at all.
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125599
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Its odors of quicklime/
and pyre-smoke will curl/
commingled in acrid air.
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125441
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Ben was not a happy musician.
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125411
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Who hasn't got a scar...some flesh wound of memory.
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125485
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"the dark velvet slide of the tongue."
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125451
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“There are so few uses for Crisco, that to keep it in the house seems an unnecessary temptation,” said my health teacher.
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125440
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He saw his mother standing over him, and he called out to her for help, but she only laughed and faded into the paper towel dispenser.
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125452
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You’ve got Wikipedia. Look them up: vagina and penis. What Wikipedia will not tell you, however, is the thousands of years of human anguish, and rapture, wrapped up in those two organs.
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125400
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On these days, while Momma counts the money, we go to Blockbuster where we can pick a movie each, play on the playground at McDonalds, lick tall ice cream cones.
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125410
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Row,
Caps of white,
A salted escape
beneath reflected light.
Brother, remember those old lies?
I’m off to sea to make those things right,
now.
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125461
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Everybody will be talking about it
on campuses across the country
“Hey! You’ll never guess who’s toilet
I bought. I’m not shitting you!”
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125400
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We trade broken phrases of English, Arabic...
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125422
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125465
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. . .the clock
of lips, timing their avid omens --
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125452
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—Now that’s a hell-of-a-painting, Frank, he said. Those colors are engaged in warfare. How the hell did you do that?
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125411
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Love needs loathing like cold weather needs warm clothing. And all truths, untruths and part truths need a place to live when a mind gets too sardine-packed with information and cynicism...
Some say there was a time when the light was brighter, the ear
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125422
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My grandma kicks field goals between her bedposts, again and again. My finger is sore from holding. She says that's all I'm good for. My finger is smudged with ink from writing my poems on her paper: half-moon rowboats, clouds like whales. She twisted my finger for …
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125411
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You’re listening to Smooth FM, taking you from the darkest hours to the start of a brand new day.
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125485
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125443
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"You're no good at sex, no good at drugs and, god knows, no good at rock and roll."
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125432
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Where were you the night Katrina destroyed New Orleans? Oh, what a night... A week later, most of the city was still underwater, with hundreds or thousands of folks presumed dead, and tens of thousands…
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1254103
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I am confused by your new paper-doll look, btw. Could you please look regular again by Thursday?
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1254105
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I like it best when I wake up
And the wild rain of dreaming ends.
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125496
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Earlier that morning a tree in the yard had filled with starlings, and on the way home after lunch, the sky held planes that looked like starlings, floating together.
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1254126
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It comes to me at night, the monster. I don't even realize it's in the room until I hear it breathing behind me. It reaches out its hands and places them on my shoulders. Its fingers are furry and soft, but strong. They grasp the muscles on either side of my neck, and I…
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125475
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It is not unusual for farmers to see the future before it’s begun—but I am not speaking here only of the need to hope but more. . . .
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125344
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I gave you two daughters.
I gave you four grandchildren.
I'm done.
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125352
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At 11 pm, it is 87 degrees and I sit in front of the air conditioner, eating oatmeal. The oats aren't soft enough, but it is sugary and fills me. Outside, the city hovers at the edge of a brown out, people sweating hopelessly inside small boxes. In Utah, it was cold…
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125342
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The rain is filling up my shoes,
I can’t see
through my glasses,
Rain all inside me.
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