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A dirtied light falls through/
the grimed windowpanes.
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148587
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Pale like a tracing of a memory
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148551
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The clip-clopping of footsteps now echoes from the opposite end of the alleyway, and as you turn to face the figure who appears behind you, the figure wearing a fierce Noh-drama mask, you determine that this time you will enlist its aid in decoding this r
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148540
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There are songs I know to not listen to when I am alone.
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1485125
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the bodies of the poor become/
a simple logistical problem,/
disposable as any gnawed bones
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148532
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Being an uncredited bonus composition, written in the sublimest access of divine afflatus this poet believes his lyric verse has ever known. “In olden times, dark was not counted fair”: Those were the words, I think, of some old poet. …
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148500
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When his mother was all dressed up on New Year’s Eve, and his father, even thought they had tickets for the dance, announced to her he wasn’t going to go, Johnny had gone into his room, put on a white shirt, a dark suit, his dress shoes, and a clip-o
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148500
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The county sent two crews, one to get Mr. Meyers, the old shut-in, tall and affable, but quiet and bent, like a crooked coat rack with a porkpie atop, the other for his dog, an english setter whom he shadowed like a familiar. I say he was the familiar and
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148511
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My mother gave her all to convince him to be a politician. My sister begged on bleeding knees for him to give her head. I just needed somebody to help me find things.
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148554
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You can tell your doctor the truth
Even if no one else will stop and listen
He or she may have a balm for it
To help make it go away
Or at least go into remission
Remission is the staging area for Lies
Corporate and otherwise
We don’t have
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1485810
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The floor dissolves beneath us, pierced by lasered/
glare of countless eye-beams.
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148461
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148473
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the sun is quiet like the mountains,
the birds except for their wings
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148486
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At some point we all reach the end point/
of something. Something important/
if only to our fragile self esteem.
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148496
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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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148453
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Oh my god - A plagiarizing pony - I know someone must have said that before
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148473
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They called him “Albert, the Human Armadillo,” and he was. Rows of hard scales ran down the course of his chest, and he was studied and biopsied by doctor after doctor. “Psoriasis,” they said. “Or, eczema.” They prescribed ointments and oils that left him
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148432
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The Italian was late. She was supposed to come into the store, meet him in the back, and arrange to take the last of his liquor.
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148488
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I attended the burial of our affair when I found the notebook-maybe it should be called her diary-she had foolishly forgotten, leaving it on the deck of my beach house where she stayed while I was on that short trip to Chicago and I was numbed at first, unsure how to…
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148430
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blackberry pie and huckleberry wine and litte Maria with her summerset bangs
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1484105
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I like it best when I wake up
And the wild rain of dreaming ends.
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148401
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Laurel's new bike is powder blue, with silver tassels on the handle bars. Jenny's mouth actually waters at the sight of it, as though it were a fresh loaf of bread or a perfect, juicy orange. “You can ride it if you want,” Laurel…
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148464
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Frank kept looking over at Michiko’s loft.
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148455
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In my 14 to 15 year old life in the late 50s I worked as a clean-up boy in the neighborhood butcher shop up on 5th. Ave.,
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148443
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The first of the fires that started by the river in the abandoned mills were so hot they burned white and pale blue
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148486
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What the spaces say//
can be heard in the short/
and longer silences
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148433
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OhYou like quiet nights in?I do tooBut we might not get alongbecauseOnly part of youwants silence
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148498
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We can’t just bomb Berlin or Dresden,/
Nagasaki or Hanoi, to make things safe
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148321
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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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1483116
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Jane knew what to do
when she heard murmurs in the ceiling,
knew what to do when she struck out on the moor.
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