1508 16 12
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you escape by finding the bubbles
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150853
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Well, now it has fallen away some
but I felt better about it when it was raging
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150874
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And I admire//
the orchestrations of ants and honeybees/
and the persistence and adaptations/
of the cockroach.
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150822
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Steve lowers himself onto a lounge chair and lets out a long, overdue sigh. Cliff and Jim, the frickin’ and frackin’ of the built-in pool industry, are making a Burger Chef run while the cement sets.
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150821
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"More and more levels of physicality. And his eyes, man. His eyes were all wet, and... sparkly.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah. And before I can stop the escalation, he's massaging my heart.”
“Get the f__k out..."
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150851
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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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150832
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Of course they (the coffee and cream) were lovers, chemically made for one another, warmly exploring their partner's particles with the passion of a first kiss.
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150810
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150733
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150720
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"We gotta find a way to get high!" "Shh! My parents will hear you Tommy! Their bed is right above us." …
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150730
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he flies away
past the green explosion,
into the azure sky
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150721
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Sometimes when I fall I see a ...
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150786
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They clog the skimmer basket/
and fill the small Polaris bag.
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150720
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“I don't cotton much to some of the johnnie-come-lately's we get around here,” says Graham Buchter. “They're a bunch of talkers—they wear me out.”
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150795
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He kept
saying how my old scars
excited him to new truths
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150796
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Suppose you could bend your whole body backwards, like she did, you know, like a taunt, powerful bow and arrow kit, and push the rest of your truest self forward into his concentrated face, just like Georgia O'Keeffe did in…
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150743
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They divided over worthless gain, while I came too late for the battle.
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150766
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I polished his shoes to an avid black; sewed buttons backand mended torn silk and cotton.His clothing was my busy work. Needle, thread, stitch, and iron,I was his apothecary of linens.Blood, wine, soup, vomit --these I cleaned too, until all theircolor and scent…
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150784
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If you were a poem / it’d be called/
Better Homes and Gardens.
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150730
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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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150731
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It was the first warm day of a late-arriving spring. Ben was sitting in his divorce lawyer’s office on Maiden Lane in lower Manhattan.
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150755
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Like when she said the word 'but', it came out ‘bet’.
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150720
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"The weird gods climbed down from the moon, past low-hanging clouds and upon leafless treetops. Their unusual boots first touched ground in a parking lot in the city. The snow crunched."
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150755
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Will he do it with a gun? If it’s a gun, will it be a short one, shaved so he can hold it against his head. Will it look like the photograph he showed me, black and brown. I told him he couldn’t possibly buy something like that from a Walmart.
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150754
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Johnny and Dee Dee Ramone crack open
an Old Bushmill’s and offer John Huston a pull.
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150673
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150654
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Is there a homunculus in my brain guiding everything like the pilot of an airliner?
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150622
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'Like poems,’ I said
she paused and nodded
her black mop.
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1506128
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A friend's remark about androgyny, "it's overrated," she said.
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150653
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In Aisle 3 would you brighthearted find Count the Chocula.
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