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Cultivate your vaginal tears
at the gates of Thigh and Holy.
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Or, do my own red flags counter balance his. My back and forth, my restlessness, my one foot out the door, my ‘once a leaver… always a leaver’, my pitter patter for a former flame... peppered with my transgressions, my mistakes. Or, worse, the way I have
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149751
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you'd do him more of a favor to kill him, than place upon him the burden of such an abrupt change in travel plans.
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As the music concludes, I'm finally in control of my emotions . . .
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149710
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My bones will rob me blind, corpuscle by corpuscle.
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149773
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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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In the summer of 1963 I went to Philadelphia to study with a member of the Philadelphia Orchestra.
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I hope you enjoyed the celebration last night. Good things always come to you. I thought your family would never go home. I didn't get to sleep this morning until 2:59, although I had set my alarm to 6:10. I didn't want you to miss your plane. At daybreak,…
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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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149742
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In the mode of Swinburne's ‘Dolores':For the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster- A study of the notion of “Intelligent Design” Since the universe came into dawning, If e'er this bright universe did, Men ought to know better in…
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149743
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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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149786
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What the spaces say//
can be heard in the short/
and longer silences
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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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1496107
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This time the mountain climber does not attain the summit.
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149611
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1. On the morning of her eighteenth birthday, Eve woke to find herself transformed into a gigantic chess piece made of zeros and ones.2. Eve gazed so long at her smartphone that she found herself falling into it.3. She fell for a time that may have been short or long or…
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149631
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No excerpts for you. Next!
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149611
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I dream about the boy in The Neverending Story, the gate of mirrors, and the Nothing, a dark cloud that floats in the sky, takes away everything.
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149683
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After oh so many hours
the eyes could only close
only to view a Ritz cracker
marching on a nose
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149632
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A young boy, breathing heavily from running, stopped at her feet, barely able to speak,
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beautiful, but you don't own beauty. You may be sexy, but you don't own desire. You may be smart, but you don't own wisdom. You may be good and kind, but you don't own love. You may like trees, but you don't own the forest. You may like to…
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149631
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I just amuse myself by buying old guns and refurbishing them in my basement as I listen to old Bohemian polkas on cassettes.
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149643
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" History ...is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake."
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politics only add to assault and distract
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149676
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in a willow garden lush shade/drapes dark the young woman's small house/with the lone window, the white door . . .
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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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The leaves/
seek reunion with the ground//
and leave the oak tree naked/
in December’s cold.
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149631
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The trouble with alarm clocks is naturally that they are miserable. And their curse is that their misery is useful: we employ them because we want to get away from them. But we would never have one as a friend.
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Better not hand me that iPhone. I'll look up every damned thing in it.
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