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The entire room is waiting for me like an octopus behind a closet door. The monk of the lamp knows he will get his daily turn on if he prays loudly enough. The favorite chair has my dent in its punched around chest like an embossed tattoo. A crushed…
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Behold! Passion fruit!Aureolin sun condensedRolls off palm and tongue.Spurn taut rounded skinWait for wrinklesRipeness revealed, resplendent —The pinnacle of worth.
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Your tunamelt cadence / Sank me to ocean floors
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Devoid of flesh and muscle,
Composed of bone and air.
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104663
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By fiddling with the time space continuum and mixing in liberal quantities of quarks from his "Li'l Bang Dimensional Digester", Larry created an entirely new universe in his garage. This was a flagrant violation of Cosmic Law. It could not be ignored, nor
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104622
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Next to you, the mother tightens her grip on her stroller. The young teenager tears her gaze from her mobile phone for an instant.
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104610
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Touch these words with your mind. They will create an elephant with an unidentifiable itch.
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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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the warnings we fear are the selfsame ones of ourselves
of our vertical need to be first to the heights redoubling
its intractable charm of production— our inheritance.
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Over the years, Morgana had grown. She was so much more than what Xavier remembered. So much different. She had an astute, almost shrewd air about her. She didn't seem nearly as fragile as he had left her. No, she had an eye out for herself now.…
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What
I learned/one summer/in the North East/Thessaloniki heat was. . . .
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whenever i see youit feels like birds are flyingin and out of my facemy head is ghost-like and birds flythrough iti want to hold the birds insidemy head and turn them intosex maniacs
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When we go to the streets/
we’ll have no guns
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I kill because I can’t stop. I kill because I can.
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I stand at the edge of the water naked as a newborn. Tiny ripples lick my toes.
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Normally, after her shift, Linda would make herself a latte, untie her apron, and study at one of the tables. That evening, however, KEXP kept playing songs with grating guitar riffs, and loud laughers were everywhere. She chugged her coffee, burning her tongue. Then, she…
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another lonely drone holding still
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I told her I didn't love her. She said love wasn't important; she wanted to marry a man she could respect.
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My husband says you don’t have to tip the owner of an establishment, just employees. I never heard of that rule, and suspect it is another example of him just being cheap.
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I have never known how gold this time of year, With its palladium arcade, was, of the trees That do not sense the pleasure of their silence; Trees are egalitarian, they do not speak But concourse among themselves, consent to join us At this moment breathing…
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There were guitar players, and as happens with talent sometimes, the guitar players were too talented. There could not be places for all of them in a single rock band.
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It's 2am. The wind is moving at speed, whipping gently the tree branches, and their leaves rustle simultaneously to create a audible sound, like hands flipping through sheets of paper, or that feeling you get on your fingertips when going across a textured surface. I'm…
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The list of things to live for/
shortens with age. The list of regrets/
lengthens.
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I imagined cool, wet clay oozing between my fingers when I'd squeeze a tight fistful.
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104554
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I can trust you with my secrets, can’t I?
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but most times/
it’s just improvisation//
with phrases of unknown origin/
swirling in my head
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Some nights I want to take my father’s glock / and build my skull a sunroof.
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The ice in Mum’s drink clinked as she rolled the glass across her forehead. “Ith that a gay thing or ith that a vampire thing? ’Coth I’m finding thith all a bit confuthing.”
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"I have consulted the Internet," the man remarks, squatting low, sorting through a mountain of tablets. He snags two and stands slowly, confidently, and I realize suddenly that he is Moses. Two iPads, cradled surely in each wrist, glow with lists.
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my crotch-heavy press of 'Yes.'
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