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Sometimes my poems escape. They crawl out through my Wi-Fi connection, I suspect.
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I can admire Falling Water
and find Mr. Wright a complete shit.
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I learned how to fall in love, in one hour, watching The Waltons. John Boy fell in love with Jenny. Jenny fell in love with John Boy. It taught me the right way to fall in love. It taught me the right way to let love go. I was 12 years old. It was a lesson I…
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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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It will always be this way/ won’t it, she said.
Me insecure, you unfaithful
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in which a man who is bored with years of retirement poses a threat to himself and others
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140296
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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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Compartments trickle together/
in light diffuse and unreliable./
Fortify yourself against the day.
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While watching the ever-present crowds
passing by on my insides, I noticed,
by accident, a man smiling
who might have been me, not sure.
Maybe I’m eating soap
for the first time, because I am
either frothing or foaming
at the mouth.
An
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Early in the morning
I wanted to send you something
for when you wake;
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140273
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edge of wolf howls and howls past sunflowers and skeletons
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140251
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A dead deer on the side of the road and the older boys not listening to her as they stab its eye with a stick.
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140221
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My third Rule of Success—and I may not have these in exactly the right order–is always get a pre-nup!
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Among the raindrops/
occasional plopping snowflakes.
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I am i said pursued by the feeling of being watched.You are she said -- by yourself. As in a dream, a dream you know you're dreaming. Which changes nothing.We are she said watching from the mezzanine, half-above, at once a part and apart.
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Osama couldn’t see any reason he shouldn’t retire. No way he could top BP Oil in the Gulf or Pacific Gas & Electric in San Bruno.
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My eyes are wide open. I look like a graphic novel. My world is black and white. I’m poorly drawn. All sounds have an exclamation point.
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just before my break,/ he came on the line,/ old and slow with computers now/ but wanting a discount/ he'd been told he qualified for.
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I used to be a poet, you know. /
Better, in many respects, than you.
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140197
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Sex is a fetish war --
a battle of trinkets of desire
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In the next week or two, the red oak/
will loose and lose its leaves
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140111
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Like a distant memory of past expectations
I wander through past journeys, delineations
chew on the fresh air like a discontented Wordsworth
now free, free to roam where I will..
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One day, my feet and hands got into an argument. My feet argued that they were superior because they were not only the foundation of my body, but the cause of its mobility. They were modest in size, yet supported and transported an entire body that towered over them.…
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*Must have excellent communication skills and be able to talk pretty good.
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We entered the castle at dawn. The dim light feebly illumined an array of antiques and medieval weapons. Bats dangled from the high vaulted ceiling, enfolded in membranous wings. What were once chandeliers radiating light were encrusted with webs and the ancient wax…
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A young boy, breathing heavily from running, stopped at her feet, barely able to speak,
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We’re going to talk about our future like the Rick Dees Weekly Top 40. Like there are 40 great songs this week about our future.
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Nights this husband returned home still hungry sometimes, even for her forearms against his own
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an elongating boy with butter-yellow flecks in his eyes, and skin patched like a tabby.
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