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The blood is memorable/
as is the copper taste of that/
momentary certainty of lockjaw.
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137041
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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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137088
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the brain plays impish tricks/
and entertains itself with avant garde/
home movies
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1370109
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...clash of gulls
wend upwards, disappearing into grey
night's high tide recedes
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137000
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The first apartment Troy and Lynn lived in was managed by an alcoholic former army officer, who lived in the complex with his wife and teenage daughter. He was a lush who didn't do much in the way of management. Lynn had barely noticed him before Troy moved in with her.…
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137000
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Early in the morning
I wanted to send you something
for when you wake;
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137094
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William Shakespeare (a surname that meant "wanker" back in the day, by the way)
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1370107
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The Tea Party member was married but cuter. He worked as a caulker, a tub and basin man.
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1370117
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You are a warm winter
Despite the presence of snow
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137011
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Shirley stubbed her cigarillo out on a dead chunk of honeycomb.
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137063
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I looked down at Earth and imagined this porn star who’d asked for my help.
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136921
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My eyes are wide open. I look like a graphic novel. My world is black and white. I’m poorly drawn. All sounds have an exclamation point.
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136930
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Every town has one. Or one at the very least...
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1369109
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My student assistant was a comely young woman. A freckle faced blonde. She was from Ohio.
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136911
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Like a distant memory of past expectations
I wander through past journeys, delineations
chew on the fresh air like a discontented Wordsworth
now free, free to roam where I will..
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1369126
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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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136951
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you'd do him more of a favor to kill him, than place upon him the burden of such an abrupt change in travel plans.
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136964
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In a field of barley, I see you, ...
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136901
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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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136961
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I would like to go back (with spade, pick, soft bristles), and sift through time and layers, brush away the intervening years, and find: the tooth, knocked out by my then best friend, when we were seven, careening downhill in my father's wheelbarrow on Boscobel…
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136964
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your words that came crashing over me/
so cold the clear shock was like salt water
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136954
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They have their own homes to fill with bought and sold dreams. Their own babies to care for and feed. The world is big enough to have more layers than you can ever imagine. The lights will show you a way when you have turned too dark for your own…
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136995
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"Possible candidates for reading to a crowd"
the subject line of the email to myself read.
You see, writing can be hard -
or writing can be easy.
But writing for a crowd you'll see is something else entirely.
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136985
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there's looks between the covers and shotguns in the drawer
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136932
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I didn't feel when you cut out my spine I'd been throwing up all night couldn't even smell the rust …
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1369103
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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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136985
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—Jesus, that bastard has everyone in his pocket.
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1369116
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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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1369119
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A cheap pocket knife was the only sharp I carried in my backpack and they allowed me that. The man with the pot tattoo on his neck said, “All of us here needs some type of knife. You gotta cut up your food. We don't…
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