1476 7 6
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These words are dripping Delaware and these words are eating your eyes.
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147611
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A hinge in my heart is broken.
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147566
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alright, alright but not so much of a friendly little cigar-chomping companion-like a friendly ghost! That sweeping hair of longed for sleeping only awaits you once you've drowned too …
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147555
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Another year has flown, crashed to the ground, and convulsed to its death in a final match with the meaninglessness of existence. Decided to try my luck as a Walmart greeter this year but the apomorphine treatment made me break out in hives and I reacted…
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147553
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This mother, she buys a one way ticket
whenever she visits her three daughters
who have wandered far from the eyes of
her pearlescent knitting needles and tutti-frutti yarns.
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147522
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They watch her, scald her skin with hot eyes whose stares run up and down her body like lice.
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147511
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The clouds cried more than silver tears,
this time.
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147500
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I know I used to say I’d rather walk on the moon with my own rapacity. And you can easily say things like that, given the luxuriance of youth. But it was a lie, if you want to know the truth. That is only so much hot balloon air, puffed up in the chest,
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147532
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I’m glad they put the wall up. When it gets a little humid around here, I can smell those damn people.
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147510
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Snap!
Dylan’s arms flung forward as the rod bent toward the ocean. “Holy God! What did I snag?
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147564
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I'm an older guy. She is still quite young. I tell her I may be too old but she giggles and tells me that she did the research and it said because there is snow on the roof doesn't mean no fire's in the stove. She proved it. Things like this. We excite ourselves,…
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147522
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Through void decks of apartment blocks,
Over roads on overhead bridges,
Down small streets on concrete pavements.
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147554
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Uzma dashes up the stairs ahead of me . . .
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147584
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Do you know this song, Julia? I happened upon it one evening and only just before meeting you, a month before meeting, a month before arriving?
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147594
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soft voices singing somewhere in the black back of
rising tensions crashing with the waves...
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14751911
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There is no there or where but rather/
trajectories of probability
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147410
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in her bedroom, opening night of his solo show she is snapping her nylons to center the seam stretching from her toes to where the line disappears into the hem of her dress.
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147401
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So, I say, what is the answer?
The answer to what?
You know. The song by Bob Dylan. The answer is blowing in the wind. You’re the wind. So what’s the answer?
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147486
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They clog the skimmer basket/
and fill the small Polaris bag.
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147497
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Although it was unlikely that she would witness mobsters racing up or down Wabash Avenue with guns ablast, she paced behind the hotel's ground-floor glass eyeing traffic for fifteen or twenty minutes . . .
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147482
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He bites and imagines, numbed by want.
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1474108
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for the moment/
you think you know what you’re/
doing and do it.
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147400
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Her friend was a performance artist who gave Marcia a framed picture of her vagina, made with menstrual blood. At least that’s what she told everyone.
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1474910
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Fine gradations of the fractional/
fissure the eggshell whole we crave
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147488
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Sunlight and the small wind/
swallow the frost/
on rooftops and windshields
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147433
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I kill because I can’t stop. I kill because I can.
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147411
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sometimes we saw it in the sky. we'd stand on invisible stairs trying to reach it. running like frightened geese. we were going to catch up with it. grab onto its string. pull it down.
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147453
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There is a woman in here- I am never alone- but she is fully clothed in Detroit Derby Dolls gear and stands at a modest seven inches tall.
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147411
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It's a haiku. It's its own snippet.
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The doctor bargained with us enough but I kept saying “give it a thousand years and we'll think about it.” He seemed to mean well and be smart enough to not be feeding us snakes, but he wasn't a praying man and I couldn't see past that look he used to give my…
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