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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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—You're convinced I'm crazy. I'm convinced you're incompetent.
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On a street-lit night in Jeddah.
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he who laughs last is probably a dumbass fuck
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Dear Patricia, You look marvelous. You seem marvelous. You've added wonder to Oprah's life and that's no small feat. But, here's the thing. I was working on this short story about a relative trying to get in touch with O, one of thousands, except, this one, well this one…
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He then spent his walk home to his single apartment spitting up various textures of red, combinations of cherry and blood mostly.
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My sixth grade teacher used to tell us all the time about how being poor is nowhere near the same as living in poverty.
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It's as if the house knew I was relinquishing my hold on it.
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It is your music that makes me want to crack open my ribcage and rip out my heart as it still beats, to cauterize my carotids, and shove the mechanical insides of a clock into my thoracic cavity.
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Compartments trickle together/
in light diffuse and unreliable./
Fortify yourself against the day.
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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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This time the bag's bigger/than the boy and the door.
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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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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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Now it's late. I am hanging upside down from a rope coiled around my crushed left ankle, the pain too sharp to be really felt, as the excess blood to my head makes my thoughts fuzzy. I am almost two meters from the rock face, thirty-five hundred meters above sea-level, the…
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Downtown Milwaukee My feet are exposed, never been out in public even out here— …
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When Lois finally found him down there, Johnny was wedged between a large rock and the trunk of an old, long since fallen, cottonwood tree. She said as she got to him, she heard his gurgling breath, fighting fiercely to stay alive. When she saw the deep, gathering, red…
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where will we be/ when it happens?
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Reading at Menlo Park Senior Center,
old people falling asleep leaning to the left in their chairs,
all in the same direction.
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Let me swim into your eyes. Let me show you my world. My album. My Albania. My albumen.
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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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Once you descend, the third rail/
hums its invitation
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When we saw the window, we were impressed. It was so clean and transparent that it reminded us of a new pair of glasses, everything so crisp and clear through it. It looked on to nothing. Actually it looked on to the refridgerators and a few stoves, though most of the…
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There are songs I know to not listen to when I am alone.
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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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My father seems anxious about my gender orientation. I grew up looking like a boy, acting like a boy. He bought dresses and girly stuff for me but he avoided making an issue of it until recently.
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"The Chinese don't have no Mardy Grah, bitch."
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