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ARROGANT MAGNOLIA, the first to open all, poised ten feet above our fuss. …
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Survival is often violent.
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HORDES OF MEN desolated, struck down, destroyed, sunken form of skin and skeleton, bare cloth matted to torso, bodycage and hipbone, face and neck darkened, bloating to black, rain the endless dream stuck fast in the stone-dead skull and blood a fine sheen over all,…
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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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They're haunting me with every spotting. They're convincing me they'd be the unexpected blessing. They're confusing me when I look at my already-children, taking on the shape of this one's face, that one's gestures. We've been…
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They run nonstop for weeks. Between traffic stalled cars. Down forgotten subways tunnels drilled long ago in the cold earth. Past burning sugarcane fields.
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As I fall to the ground I realize that in a few moments I will be experiencing a new kind of pain. The last pain. The last pain I will ever feel.
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my crotch-heavy press of 'Yes.'
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131400
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The other night at work, some kid was in for swallowing a snail's shell. He was nine and, according to the computer, did not have cognitive insufficiency. That last bit was probably put there to make us all not feel guilty about laughing at him.
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you can't always get what you want
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...when the doctor scrapes the baby out, he cuts out all the things that make babies, too...
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Sky: Snows, turns dark. Street: Freezes. Remains on a hill. Traffic: None on this block. Two: Did I miss the bus? One: You either missed it, or it didn't come. Two: Hasn't come. One: One or the other. Which one? Two: I don't know; I asked you. One: I meant which…
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In one hand she cradles a cigarette, in the other a glass of red wine. Typically neither of these things would be allowed in here, and on this occasion it was thought that it would be better to let her do what she wanted.
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was beaten in
the back of the brig.
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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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“Behold!” cried the Lord, on a late September morning,
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The Traignarry Light Preservation Society meets monthly, and welcomes visitors.
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Luv walks around touching everything with her little hands. Uzma follows behind her, talking sweetly, saying: "This is going to be your new home for a while, darling."
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He gave her everything she hoped for, with the exception of two things.
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...society has tampered with its denotation so much that it is almost incomprehensible without context.
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131300
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I am the ocean. My soulless organs live in all of its motionless movement. I am the low. The high. The in between. I am nothing. Back and forth, I simply float along: existing, rising, and then falling into a life that can be considered one big decision left…
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Some days, you want all the red states to secede
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The clouds cried more than silver tears,
this time.
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Your mother was married to a Minotaur
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When we go to the streets/
we’ll have no guns
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Tell you what, if people only knew what the buggo does to your insides before it shellacs your outsides they'd think twice before dancing. And guys like us, we'd get parades. Guys like us, oof-oof! Im-mune to romance.
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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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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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Darling Valentine’s pale legs shone in the dark, a beacon for the car driving without headlights along a tree-lined row of brownstones.
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