1256 6 6
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Then I did the same to you, inhaling your scent which was one thing at your hairline and another at your collarbone.
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125645
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Today I’m feeling crabby and haggard and technology makes it easy to get to the point.
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12561911
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There is no there or where but rather/
trajectories of probability
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125532
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square mannequin-wives who can’t look in their eyes
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125563
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Saturday at Portobello market. Wind whittles leaves from the trees; casts shop signs into windows, turning glass to shimmering fishscale.
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125586
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They clog the skimmer basket/
and fill the small Polaris bag.
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125512
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It was the sweetest relationship I've ever had.
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125540
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I'm an artist, baby. We make our own rules.
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125522
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The Argument: A couple of young female lovers, one slightly older than the other one, decide to part ways. The elder has contracted a terminal illness, and they decide the best way to part ways would be by joining together through a suicide pact.…
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125542
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there is a tunnel / between your skin and the ground / for kisses to crawl
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125543
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" History ...is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake."
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125510
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The morning news.
The birthday present you bought me.
This poem.
My hair when I wake up in the morning, at any given point in the day.
Pigeon pose.
My singing voice.
How much I love myself.
Coffee.
Sex.
Not having sex.
Having movie star sex.
Ha
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125521
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Something’s been eating at my craw. I’m just going to go ahead and spill it all out. You ever hear about Poetry Whores? Well, let me tell you a little about them, because if I don’t, then who will? I’m not going to name names. You can pretty much guess
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125534
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LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHINGIf you think by your death you have left me alone, to pine, to regret, to watch cable tv, you're wrong.At bedtime I wear a new black lace gown,and arrange myself to advantageon sheets finer than any we shared.I've left the…
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125585
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The model takes off her clothes and poses nude for our class. We draw her likeness on paper.
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125511
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She's waiting there, for you, in bed
but the analgesic cigarette
calms your mind more than her heat.
She's there waiting, in your bed,
eyes closed, fluttering, somewhere
between the dream and practical world.
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125522
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I’m just your ordinary poem,
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125597
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I see them walking. They pass right by my house. If I’m outside, I sit down on our porch and watch the parade. Sometimes I watch them out of a front window.
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125541
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In the morning I listen through an ear-trumpet
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125521
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You sleep. The time is soft and slow.
Your dreams are covered with the snow.
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125443
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A dying man I'll wake, before the dawn; A dying man I'll wake, before the dawn May come and send me far away to sleep. May, come and send me far away to sleep; Before the dawn I'll wake, a dying man: Come, send me far to sleep, May, and away. …
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125473
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The drone of radio seeps into the car’s back seat… I hear only bits and pieces of information –
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125444
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people keep trying to get me/ "out of the house"./ they see fun in me, and cool in me,/ and want to spend time with me,/ and i am flattered most sincerely./
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125432
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Goddamned crabs. He got em. Lenny. Itch. Itch. Itch. Scratch. Scratch. Scratch.
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125497
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125400
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Danny was only ten years old when he first met the man in the suit. His machine looked like a plotter and it was, sort of, but also something of a plot device.
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125420
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When she was just a little bit younger, Dana wanted to be known around town as something other than the girl who used up all the machines at the laundromat with her little brothers' Spiderman underwear and her grandpa's pants soiled with God-knows-what. Something…
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125400
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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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125499
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How many exceptional people/
does it take to change a light bulb?
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125400
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It may be her destination, but was it also her destiny?
In a desperate wave of inspiration, she decided to let fate take its course.
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