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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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Rothko and Stella loved the beach. To Jalapeno it was just one big litter box and for her it held no great appeal. She sprawled sunbathing on the dashboard lifting a lid occasionally to watch Lauren riding a wave. The dogs delirious with freedom romped and chased tight…
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Shirley stubbed her cigarillo out on a dead chunk of honeycomb.
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My student assistant was a comely young woman. A freckle faced blonde. She was from Ohio.
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There are no inspirations./
There are only the things I like/
and the much more numerous//
things I do not like.
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"..squeezing her eyes and mouth tightly."
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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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I asked him his name and here’s the kicker, Leiby. It means lion.
You know what? I said mine is Levi, how do you do.
That means to accompany—like in the root of the word, it’s got that meaning.
As in levayah, funeral in Hebrew. Does that only
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But the profligate are blameless now
Those who conflate sex and love the way
dumber animals mistake heat for light
have moved freely back to some primal zone
where if I’m felt to be contradictory to the
surroundings it’s because I wanted t
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133275
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This late November day there are too many leaves filling the yard.
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133241
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Miracles don’t happen to the poor.
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Yes, I can imagine it now/
how we could each disappear completely/
connected only through memory's fault lines/
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I want to tell you how the odor of the flowers/felt her funeral day
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133243
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The plane passes the runway, dips sharply, its shadow straight down below, too cold in the cabin, the sun hitting your arm like a machete below, it is 94, the humidity too, it has just rained for 3 days, it never rains this time of year......
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Shit, I guess I'm gonna hafta
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Meet Carl. He's six-three, two hundred and thirty pounds. He has light-brown hair,…
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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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suddenly she blurts out: “You are vulgar.” There is actually no perfect translation to it. “Bastos ka.” She meant I was vulgar, but also disgusting, distasteful, offensive, rude, salacious, obnoxious…
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He disrobes; shoes, socks,
shirt, belt, pants. He smells of hard work.
The nude whisper of everything else.
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All else is unmoved/
and relentless in its indifference.
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leaves, starlings and other words fall into thickets of orange or green grasses or tendrils or snakes
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nothing suffices as harbor / but a permit to claw at every yawing chasm
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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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133122
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"...does the nurse, doctor or veterinarian experience greater sexual satisfaction than say the housewife in DesMoines or the sixth grade English teacher in Passaic?"
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Someone's ass should be kicked.
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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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133122
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The first days of October are ordinary in the way that milk just hours away from spoiling is ordinary milk. You can baptise your cornflakes with it, but part of you knows the whole thing is just shy of almost right.
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Her voice gets screechy as she talks of the boy he was caught fondling in the bathroom of a bowling alley. The worst part: the dumb schmuck doesn’t even bowl.
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an elongating boy with butter-yellow flecks in his eyes, and skin patched like a tabby.
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