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I was sleeping in a pile of teenage bodies soft limb spread over soft thin limb.
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Life to her had come to resemble one of those mazes you find in a puzzle book, inscrutable except by those with exceptional IQs. Mary would run her pencil down one path in search of the passage that might penetrate to the exit, then another, but the paths
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"...she's been seeming like she's been dreaming while awake lately..."
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Take 1. The Love Letter to an Unspoken Name Well we're beyond our appointed Moment now. We must step On what's left, alone, but That begs some explanation to These days that pinball between Stars and to the sad dreamers…
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Not today. Even when the Isar rolls so cool and deep and I could wade and wade 'til sleep. Not today. When I have the tablets in a drawer in a box winking chalkily at me. Not today. When the church tower soars and it's bells toll out a seductive beat …
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another lonely drone holding still
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You’ve got me standin’ on my knees,
A’searchin’ for a beggar’s alms,
From folks who’re deaf to all my pleas
And blind to open palms.
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We’ve already agreed on a date when Jack posts some new pictures of himself. I have to swallow. Hard. In four days Jack’s become twenty years older!
On Thursday, a boyish thirty-something was smiling at me from my PC. This Monday I find myself stari
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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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Bree was mean as a bag of snakes and had done laid out most of the eligible bachelors in Culloden County at one time or another to the tune that at this point no man who’d heard of her wanted much truck with her.
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They waited not a moment longer than was necessary But moved right in and
Began their loathsome ch
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The teeth I want must hold significance. Like the quote, “it’s not the destination that matters, it’s the journey,” for me, it’s the connection that I’ve had with someone and the story behind the lost tooth that interests me.
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These are the three facts of my life.
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I would advise the younger you to change your underpants, and not to let those boys do the talking for you.
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You have the right to be happy
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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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Maybe it takes as much fortitude
To forget
As it does
To remember.
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Feeding you a taste of croissant
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For weeks I hadn’t been able to think straight, waiting to lay vision on those majestic, swooning breasts.
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Sunlight and the small wind/
swallow the frost/
on rooftops and windshields
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you tell
a stranger's story...
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The line weights are spot on/
and the snap of lines is textbook/
for a discipline that died with AutoCad
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Under a conspiratorial moon… the shovel my silent partner… organ-less torso to the worms.
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It's a haiku. It's its own snippet.
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We're at the Park Diner. My dad Tommie is sitting across from me. He looks haggard, tired. His skin is pasty and washed-out. He's not talking, so I'm not talking either, but it doesn't matter because it's hanging there between us.Cancer.Motherfucker.“Don't look so…
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It starts with a letter, down the back of the couch, ending, ‘love, always.' I read only the kisses aimed at me - a firing line running off the page. How long has that letter hidden there? It secreted itself in a corner of the house…
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Her feet are raised upon an embroidered green pillow and she sits naked in a blue velvet chair. Red earrings dangling from her ears, while a red monkey sits at her feet with one leg extended.
She is exotic. A powder blue on her lips and at her navel,
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...bush tail beside him his closest comfort next to the genes...
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His eyes are closed yet restless, as if too many thoughts loop beneath the lids.
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I smelled the bleach of burst anemones
the sweet arousal of the Dungeness crabs
the seaweed of sour twigs and feces
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