1534 5 5
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I'm not sure whetherI drink to numbthe pain or toactually feelsomething.
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153300
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If I remember him at all it’s because I decided not to flunk him so he could graduate. I had this theory that teachers should be bound by the same oath as doctors, First, do no harm.
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153344
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I gave you two daughters.
I gave you four grandchildren.
I'm done.
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1533158
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Go diddle in the sand//
to save some other sinner/
a death of stones.
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1533115
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The smell of garlic, soy, and onions/
exhausted from Skillman Wok/
perfumes December air.
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153364
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When I look at the picture on my refrigerator, I always think the same thing: "Hitler was a baby once too, look how well he turned out."
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153354
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. . . how a body calls
in the dark. . .
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153300
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He then spent his walk home to his single apartment spitting up various textures of red, combinations of cherry and blood mostly.
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153310
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I'm waiting for your voice. My trembling hand is so damp the phone could slip from my fragile grasp at any moment. Each ring burns in my ear and makes the washing machine in my stomach tumble faster and faster. After three rings, or it could be four, or forty, I hear…
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153321
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At eight o' clock: as, drawn by many bells, The patchwork congregation lopes and stalks, To churches far from serenade of shells To storms, we leave behind the windblown walks, And sails of youth, to glide through liquid hells, A temporal…
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153354
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I find myself in an unfamiliar restaurant, its cuisine an uncomfortable pastiche of Croatian, Burmese, Jamaican and leftovers of long ago Sunday dinners in a small New England town.
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153386
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and, once in a rare while,/
actual pearls.
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153352
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If there was another way to describe emptiness, I'd word the endlessness of the sky, of the ocean at low tide.
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153396
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"It was one kiss. No tongue. What does that even mean?" Lindley tried to see Leah as any other patient, "What do you want it to mean?" "I don't know," Leah whined, tears welling, "something, maybe. You know I hate surprises." Her sister was not another…
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It’s layer VII we adore/
and mourn
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Cicadas shed their skin as they grow, leaving crisp hollowed out remains on tree trunks, fence posts, and the undersides of upturned leaves. Tommy and I would collect them in the early morning and stick them to our clothes like brooches. I used to like Tommy,…
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153321
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I hope you enjoyed the celebration last night. Good things always come to you. I thought your family would never go home. I didn't get to sleep this morning until 2:59, although I had set my alarm to 6:10. I didn't want you to miss your plane. At daybreak,…
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153343
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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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Joe's, always smelling of cherry chapstick or the breeze that comes up from subway grates, used to service some of the finest dupes in town.
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153333
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The leaves/
seek reunion with the ground//
and leave the oak tree naked/
in December’s cold.
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Of flowers there Are none In June No sun Upon my cheek The gentle breeze Stirs me not The smiles They cloud my vision Birds they Sing their songs But I hear Them not When tears Rain down My heaven.
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153250
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You are Day I am Night Let us Meet In the Afternoon And…
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153200
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This was the anniversary of the chairs. He would celebrate tonight for the chairs, and the chairs would welcome him.
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15321711
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Neither of us thought of real winning. We set about brilliant losing, dark angel forms of luck and greed, the desire, the craving, the need to lose so strenuous that one wins; we tied at thirteen.
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153283
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After oh so many hours
the eyes could only close
only to view a Ritz cracker
marching on a nose
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153234
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She put the Necco wafer on Sally's tongue."You can't be the priest, Emma" Sally said nearly choking on the hard, chalky disk."Then why you on yaw knees stupid?""You said to be prayin' and like in church, but you can't be doin' priest stuff. That's for…
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153286
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There are stranded people just like us, that's Not necessarily what I'm looking for. Negativity won't pull us through the Barbed-wire halls of hate. And even if I Was the only one, I wouldn't want you To look any different in the mirror. I'm older …
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But she didn't. It would have been no historical anomaly if she had, by the way. She played with the world like it was a toy. Sometimes I wondered if I'd wake up in a box, a victim of live internment, and scream only to be humiliated later by her laughter
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153200
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A life in NYC was one I always dreamed of but I found myself turning into a bitter, sarcastic person who was losing the ability to see the silver lining in just about anything.
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let’s press our words into the clay/
in language so completely dead/
we have to re-imagine it.
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