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This is my melody. I will not shut it down for you, it will do that all on its own. Everyone knows this. I don't need you to go on holiday. Can't really get away from yourself. This is my color guard. It goes with the everything I am. I'm not sorry I grew…
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113875
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The pool deck was covered with the bloody footprints of resident gawkers.
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113800
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The woman tapped a dark plastic stirrer on the tabletop in front of her to emphasize something she was saying.
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113811
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you said, 'watch it. i am the mountain,' so i aimed 'pause' at the VCR and believed. shook my legs, tangled your red silk to hold back the tremor. in the dream i did not kiss you, but in this story i do and it breaks
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113854
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. . . how a body calls
in the dark. . .
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113800
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“You look strangely familiar,” he said, taking a drink and swinging his leg over the horse, landing on the ground beside me ...
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113866
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I polished his shoes to an avid black; sewed buttons backand mended torn silk and cotton.His clothing was my busy work. Needle, thread, stitch, and iron,I was his apothecary of linens.Blood, wine, soup, vomit --these I cleaned too, until all theircolor and scent…
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113811
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Normally I would have never drank such a wine, but it was late on a Friday evening and the bottle was on the house...
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113821
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In one hand she cradles a cigarette, in the other a glass of red wine. Typically neither of these things would be allowed in here, and on this occasion it was thought that it would be better to let her do what she wanted.
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113864
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I woke up to the humming
of an empty space in the shape of a sweatshirt,
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1138103
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Often I eat lunch at the hospital. The cafeteria may be the best place to eat in town.
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113887
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I love Hooters. Best cheese steak in town in my opinion.
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113795
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My relationship with Uzma exists on several levels, from basic to abstract, from animal magnetism to spiritual journey.
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113710
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A tanka poem inspired by the 40 million debit card numbers stolen from Target stores since Black Friday last month.
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113776
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Whistler pounded a nuanced nail,
into our inferior foreheads.
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1137119
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All else is unmoved/
and relentless in its indifference.
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113710
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Victor didn't want to be alone, so he phoned Sophie.
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1137115
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The spectacle of weather/
on the prairies approaches.
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113740
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He saw his mother standing over him, and he called out to her for help, but she only laughed and faded into the paper towel dispenser.
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113700
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Bruce Springsteen begins singing from the loud speaker he was bruised and battered and couldn’t tell what he felt.
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113743
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They divided over worthless gain, while I came too late for the battle.
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113732
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Sirens wake me, screaming warnings in the dark.
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113700
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In the state that the stars fell on,
Love and I stumbled upon bits of God
where he forgot sky and moon, too.
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1137103
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Words are looking ever so strange today
like a hole in space
a wind in a cloud
a face superimposed over a mountain
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113744
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I planned to wear this shirt, /
blue, black, and white stripes, /
collar and pocket,
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1137109
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...clash of gulls
wend upwards, disappearing into grey
night's high tide recedes
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113752
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It's morning, and the cold black hull of branches sets my resting pier, Amid this drizzle, underneath the poignant pain of birches, wrecked By floods of midyear grieving; wraithlike, Dawn's been becked To paint in shafts of faded rose that shades the fen…
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113720
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Charley calls to say he hasn't heard from me. The blinds are gone, so I take a lipstick off the living room table and draw a circle around his head. I make a half-circle for his gut, a squiggle for the telephone cord. He can come over, he says, just to …
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113710
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One day over a hardscrabble dinner of gristly beef and lumpy mashed potatoes, his uncle looked up at him and said, “Kee-rist, boy, school’s gonna start any day now. And winter ain’t far behind. I can’t keep you here. We gotta figure out something for you.
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113784
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—Well, are you having an affair with Jack Mahler?
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