1490 8 0
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Beautiful, he thinks, as he taps the ash of his cigarette over the balcony, but this is not good enough.
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1490107
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Once you descend, the third rail/
hums its invitation
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149098
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6. to register for the draft
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149041
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You can't always be everything
you were expected to be
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149011
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I am only ever
What you seem to be
Without the leverage
Of sweet reality
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149033
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Where we’ve penned heart shaped question marks, seeds sprouting bowed heads, a congregation of confused supplicants.
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149041
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When I was young I bowed with such forgotten politeness, a young salesman, enchanting, in the silken trades. But I remembered the sun also when it was in Hades, which had forgotten to set, or to rise.
Peace, also, dangled there by the neck. Such a pre
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149022
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The Inauguration Day Windstorm had blown out half the downtown lights to celebrate its twenty-first birthday. Two old friends flecked with gray snow and white hair sat on the boulders that kept the Sound from sweeping away Myrtle Edwards Park. Look at all the…
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149011
|
You’re listening to Smooth FM, taking you from the darkest hours to the start of a brand new day.
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1490126
|
"You gonna be old before you're old," my father had told her.
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1490169
|
Our disappearance would register/
as the movement of a sand grain/
on a windy beach full of sand.
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149011
|
I knew we were going to fail. The night we met, when we got out of the car, I dropped my green glove in that puddle, you picked it up but it was ruined. That set the precedent for our whole life together. You can't look at me anymore. My cigarette…
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149042
|
Last night we slept with books in the bed.
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149000
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To a tech-savvy millennial, the definition of progress is a hands-free blowjob, and the real number is not how many men you’ve been with but how many minutes you’ve made them wait.
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149056
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beckoning with citrus streaks blue cobbled streets/and stuccos lit with gold lamps guide strollers here/to Place du Forum in Arles and this café . . .
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148977
|
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1489199
|
One moustache hair at moustache level on a filmy bathroom mirror. A red velvet spread on a big round bed. Dear Ma: We saw a bearded lady.
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148942
|
Feeding you a taste of croissant
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148932
|
The Intrepid Explorer recounts his travels for the benefit of subscribers to the Magazine of the Museum of Everything
|
148944
|
From the rumple of pre-dawn Queens, sure South on 95, to almost Savannah by dark; still cold, but we’re full of what’s coming:
|
148922
|
I may as well have been sleepwalking. Either way, I had no opportunity to admire the moonlight flooding into the long corridors, illuminating the stag heads and painted cheeks of long-dead ancestors.
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148933
|
He thought of his field trip from the previous year, of Prague’s museums, statues, squares, architecture, restaurants, and various modes of transport. The town offered none of these and surely no cinema, no crowds of people, not even an old church.
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148911
|
we all die from the bottom up
|
14891413
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Frenchie hustled waffle irons.
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148941
|
Miracles don’t happen to the poor.
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148921
|
I stared at these meteor impacts, feeling far away, a lone sentient cloud admiring the scoured yet wondrous earth-of-this-girl below me, the lean slope of her side, the soft dip of her neck, the sharp edge of her cheekbone, the monarch wing of her eyelash
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148944
|
The bartender kept looking at himself in the mirror behind the bar. “Everyone in Hollywood is an actor,” Doc said.
|
148921
|
Be aware the dog is king, radiant, emitting many beams, renewed by and restored by his fullness, his satiety. In many ways underlying all our hearts and minds, out of our notorious youth, ever the flower of our flesh on fire like a little reed next to the dried…
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14891711
|
I couldn’t parse the grammar of her body
nor decode the secret softness of her neck.
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148973
|
Shit, I guess I'm gonna hafta
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