1543 8 6
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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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154374
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The marble, it's just there.
I can't explain
how it got there
(or when),
all I know
is that everything
is in that marble.
By "everything,"
I mean every
thing. Your breakfast?
It's there.
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1543179
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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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154322
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154388
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My stories are ramshackle; they lurch along in old sweaters with holes and missing buttons, drinking from mismatched cups and saucers.
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154365
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He doesn't call, not even on her birthday. She doesn't mention it or complain. She knows she doesn't have it as bad as some, even in this privileged Triangle of North Carolina. She is white and pretty and belongs to what's left of the middle…
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154300
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Holding a bouquet of flowers wrapped in a tissue in one hand, a round shape that balances the round yellow burst of light that is her dress. While the flesh of her chest bulges forward and she balances as though in a holding pattern in flight.
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154342
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In the summer of 1963 I went to Philadelphia to study with a member of the Philadelphia Orchestra.
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15431310
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This time the bag's bigger/than the boy and the door.
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154332
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I didn't feel when you cut out my spine I'd been throwing up all night couldn't even smell the rust …
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154330
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blackberry pie and huckleberry wine and litte Maria with her summerset bangs
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154380
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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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154345
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Today I’m feeling crabby and haggard and technology makes it easy to get to the point.
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154398
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War Stories #1The Germans didn't like that theJews had such beautiful women.War Stories#2There must have been a war between the good witches and the bad witches. It's the only thing that would account for such troubling times.Woman With Yellow HatWhy did…
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154244
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154286
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It was your present world that seemed more than mad to me. Your polished stiff brown shoes that always squeaked like mice, while the latest rude Bombers bubbled up in their comfortable Dart-board garages like apple pies…
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15421711
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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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1542108
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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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154232
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My pain is a black pearl hidden in a clean shell.
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154298
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6. to register for the draft
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154230
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Maybe it might be best to, you know, have less frequent meetings.
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154210
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It's saying, "It feels as if you've given me your old, your tired and your poor. I feel much older than the years you've logged."
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154251
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Darkness was fast approaching. I stuck out my tongue at Naya, and she reached out as if to grab…
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154287
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Downtown Milwaukee My feet are exposed, never been out in public even out here— …
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154200
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Cooking dinner for one in a city that isn’t my home. A beautiful city that I’m slowly losing interest in, just as I become a local. In a tiny apartment set in the most realistic part of town, I’ve turned the music up loud to drown out my thoughts.
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154196
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They make you work
For your pizza in Italy
You have to slice it yourself
While wearing a gas mask
To ward off the cigarette smoke
From every neighboring table
While chasing away the
Mosquitos and the pigeons
The flies and the gypsy r
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154111
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Every day, I write myself further away
From the East
Where we began
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154100
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Martin met Siena in the elevator, carrying two brown bags of groceries. She asked him to press the button for floor eight. As they rose, Martin fixed his eyes on the display as it changed numbers: G, 2, 3… and so on.
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154121
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The kitchen is full of old girlfriends. I avoid them. They are munching on cheddar and sharing stories I'm sure I don't want to hear.
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154121
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I want the luxury of hearing other people who disagree with me tell me why I’m an asshole!
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