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133861
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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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133843
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The first time I ever held a gun, I was three years old...
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133895
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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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133884
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He spotted her in Sarasota Whole Foods surveying the artichokes
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1338119
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When Chuck dies, I’ll throw/
a party and dance, a little drunk,/
across what I’ll pretend/
is the old shit’s grave.
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133801
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Laurel's new bike is powder blue, with silver tassels on the handle bars. Jenny's mouth actually waters at the sight of it, as though it were a fresh loaf of bread or a perfect, juicy orange. “You can ride it if you want,” Laurel…
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1338146
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133811
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Shirley stubbed her cigarillo out on a dead chunk of honeycomb.
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1337109
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My student assistant was a comely young woman. A freckle faced blonde. She was from Ohio.
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133722
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You have such a complicated mind /
for refusing to believe in God /
just like any damned liberal /
whose fingerprints /
crowd the faces of a thousand /
dollar bills /
being passed around your great nation...
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133712
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In exactly 100 words, I review the cracks between my keyboard keys.
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1337127
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Mercury and Gemini disappointed.
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133711
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The dance draws deeper
whirling witches weaving rhymes
The fire spits fierce in the falling rain
soon the spell will spill from secret times
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133701
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After you started drinking your meals and hating politics I wanted to climb inside, live in your stomach and dissolve. I wanted to make you see, hold you captive with arms stretched, pinned. listen again, swallow…
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133741
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Miracles don’t happen to the poor.
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133732
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Being an uncredited bonus composition, written in the sublimest access of divine afflatus this poet believes his lyric verse has ever known. “In olden times, dark was not counted fair”: Those were the words, I think, of some old poet. …
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133788
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the brain plays impish tricks/
and entertains itself with avant garde/
home movies
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1337109
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...clash of gulls
wend upwards, disappearing into grey
night's high tide recedes
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133774
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the stars might be the audience or they might not be
if the beat sits right next to me and hugs me nasty
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133787
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The winter’s too warm for the bears to sleep,
and they get up in the middle of the night
with insomnia and wander about the streets
in their pajamas, knocking over garbage cans,
looking for a midnight snack of some kind.
They’re getting kind o
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133722
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Meet Carl. He's six-three, two hundred and thirty pounds. He has light-brown hair,…
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133700
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Nurse Smithers straightened Dr. Baumgartner’s feathered head dress. it had slipped down below the caduceus so carefully painted on his forehead by the medical ritual staff.
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1337108
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He knows I talk to angels, what he would call angels. I don’t talk to him.
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133621
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I was feeling a bit introspective. I was busy in my own mind assembling the history of the place and getting ready for the visit. I was naturally not someone who would cluster up with a bunch of people I had just met and had arrived to participate in this
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133610
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The parrots woke Eddie up. That and Rocker snoring in the twin bed. A thousand parrots flying over the motel? They squawked, God how they…
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133643
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When I met Gregor Samsa he was still a cockroach, erratic and skittish whenever the light came on. We often spoke in the dark. I empathized with the man. I mean bug. Ok. That isn't fair. You can't call a man a bug because he chirps and eats dried skin cells. A…
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133611
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"Soviet Mandelstam rose like Christ from the Nightmare,
Rises from the gulag, sunrise on the page."
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133631
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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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133666
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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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