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I’m not ready for football. I’m not ready for it, but I live in a southern town that worships at its altar more devoutly than those suicidal beauties in James Wright’s great poem.
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152000
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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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1520179
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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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152052
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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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152099
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It’s layer VII we adore/
and mourn
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152052
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The manicured lawn rolls down either side of the knoll, punctuated with flat granite plaques, the occasional bouquet of cut flowers, a smattering of faded eight-inch American flags.
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152075
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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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152030
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blackberry pie and huckleberry wine and litte Maria with her summerset bangs
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152032
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...the relatives didn't seem nearly as fucked up as she thought they would be considering...
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152055
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I'm not sure whetherI drink to numbthe pain or toactually feelsomething.
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152090
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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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151943
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Her son was doubtless the biggest wanksta that ever went to Andrew Jackson in the whole crumby history of the school.
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151954
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“We could dooble date,” he said.
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151944
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151944
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1519158
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We are the same shits/
we were in the Bronze Age
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15191711
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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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1519114
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the mother tells her child the flashes at the horizonare fireworks, not bombs, so he will not be afraid.at night he curls by the door or else he follows her to a different place. he is quiet, then. as if he knows the secret challenge.better if he and all the others…
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151910
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Marcy was not herself today, her mother said when the school called. She was under the weather and she could not play with the other children. Marcy's mother began to suspect that her daughter was not herself very early on that day. Walking up the stairs Dolores…
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151954
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. . . how a body calls
in the dark. . .
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15191817
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The courts had scheduled the date long ago but the time, an hour always left to the warden, had yet to be decided.
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151942
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If white t-shirts are only an SPF of 8, she couldn’t even imagine what a white nylon-mesh umbrella on this godforsaken beach might be in terms of protection.
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151910
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My bones will rob me blind, corpuscle by corpuscle.
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151975
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151996
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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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151955
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philanthropy corrugated with a smirk / printed aside every cardboard box and room / every cardboard house with every cardboard door.
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151964
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and coughed its grey net over the candle lit world outside. Birds of an arrow sprang into thin air and disappeared over the hills in a quick shortness of zoom-breath-- like a stiffened branch snapping . It's cold. There're …
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151910
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Sometimes, to be sad, you don't need tears.
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151921
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Smiling at stones and chunks of earth pounding in...
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