1375 8 4
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Suddenly something clicked.
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13751510
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in which a man who is bored with years of retirement poses a threat to himself and others
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137501
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I take her hand. More grey dust rolls off the arms, over the railing, into the wind. It’s embarrassing and I let go. I think she told me to throw them away months ago.
I rub her bare thigh. She laughs real soft like. The corner of her lip curls up.
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137543
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And he was wearing a mask. Gorilla mask over his gorilla face.
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137599
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She said, "Tonight let's talk of things untrue and he said, ' Like black is white and night is day and up is down and in is out?' and she said, 'Yeah, those things we know to be false for sure like you know, like...well, you could say, 'I really love you' and I could say,…
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1375109
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...clash of gulls
wend upwards, disappearing into grey
night's high tide recedes
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137555
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While watching the ever-present crowds
passing by on my insides, I noticed,
by accident, a man smiling
who might have been me, not sure.
Maybe I’m eating soap
for the first time, because I am
either frothing or foaming
at the mouth.
An
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137500
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Early in the morning
I wanted to send you something
for when you wake;
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137551
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THE BOOK YOU'LL NEVER READ CONTENTS This Is Not A Test In The Event Of A Nuclear Attack, This Message Will Be Followed By A Message From Your Local Civilian Defense Authority Fuck, The Radio Doesn't Work Trouble Shooting Radios The Top 40…
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137585
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there's looks between the covers and shotguns in the drawer
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137511
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Come to the park and swing with me, sing with me.
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137544
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A rope is cleaner,
he explains with a straight face.
He's calmed by the visual.
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137563
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I looked down at Earth and imagined this porn star who’d asked for my help.
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1374109
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My student assistant was a comely young woman. A freckle faced blonde. She was from Ohio.
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137464
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The heart would have unnatural reverence, exalted, bursting with evil, rolling in sloth, if it did not at once reveal its innocence. I saw you again, on the morning of the sun. It was you, or your double, or a son you might have had. Your beautiful bloo
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137495
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I never meant to shipwreck you,
I didn't even know I was singing out loud.
I just stood on my rock a little too boldly,
and hummed a tune you wanted to hear.
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137465
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I know someone in need of healing.
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137421
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She heard the quick footsteps and knew where they were headed. Running down the hall she knew she “only had 1 hour left and there was no time to waste”.
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1374105
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Cultivate your vaginal tears
at the gates of Thigh and Holy.
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1374126
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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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137400
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We trade broken phrases of English, Arabic...
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137466
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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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137464
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In a field of barley, I see you, ...
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137493
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Remembering his body makes me think of Egyptian cotton sheets dried in the sun. He smelled crisp and clean even after sweating hard. His hair fell in golden spirals down his cheeks, his back, over his forehead, and captured light just like the gilded halos on…
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137464
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your words that came crashing over me/
so cold the clear shock was like salt water
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137483
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goes on and on. Like it's a sad mad season on Mars, well it isn't, is it? Sometimes I have towonder whatever happenedto us, to make us forget how well we already know how tosing as good as any larks do? I have never wantedto drown, but I've…
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137441
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Miracles don’t happen to the poor.
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137441
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But tonight
while your finger
glides across
the glossy pages
of Popular Science
I hold a séance
for the Holy Spirit
in utter seriousness
among the book clutter
and crumpled manifestos
in the basement
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137432
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The Italian was late. She was supposed to come into the store, meet him in the back, and arrange to take the last of his liquor.
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137442
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I was in life, in my dream. I was feeling around underneath your clothing. My fingers were shining in the underwater afterlife of memory, searching for those lovely nipple-sized mollusks. I lived in a land somewhere between the past and the future. Now
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