1359 5 4
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I can trust you with my secrets, can’t I?
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135900
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After dividing the sabliereand after the outliers roll away,disappear,or sit like a thrombus between two fingers,will there be enough in the dayfor you to watch the sun saginto its everyday tomb,to listen to the sagittal sighof a passing evening,to eat the last fruits of a…
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135946
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If you were glassI'd fog you up With my breathI'd leave messagesPictographsIn fingerprints I'd press in closeSo would youAnd so we'd danceBut you are glassAn inch of depthTo catch my breath
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135900
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By the time I was born, my parents were already sickened, blackened, blighted people.
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1359137
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We have been well and truly fucked with ideological batons
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135974
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I’d look for a fork and quickly stab a piece of it and bite into it, feeling good about the finality of things.
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1359139
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rheumy eyes wink, gnarled hands pantomime
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1359106
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The new theaters require C-4 poems
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135912
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To stop myself from imagining myself/ kissing you on your face, feeling your/
eyelashes on my lips as I pass over them,/
I imagine myself murdering you with/
an axe instead...
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135922
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We sat around the ocean table and ate eyes on ham
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135950
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She sat Indian style against the strawberry tree. In her hand she held a little mirror and a note that her father left her that morning.
What a night, eh? See you in the morning.
That’s what it said.
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135810
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They all knew he had cancer before the doctors gave the final verdict. His wife wept and his parents held him tightly. It was a dreadful time for all. Out in the hall his children looked on with fearful faces and shook their heads as he begged them inside with a…
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135886
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She cut me adrift
On an iceberg of words
And words melt
As you know
Looks like we may have
Gone out on the limb
A little too far without
A toe-hold on Reality
Doesn’t it?
But I saw the headlines:
Cows Bound for Slaughterhouse Make
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135800
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Robbie took me out to Fox River on his father's ski boat one day, as he often did — but this time it was my eighteenth birthday. That was when he opened up his robe and showed me all there was to show of himself, begging me to make love to him, saying h
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1358106
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The screen door slowly opened. I was expecting the second / coming of perfection.
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135844
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But my point is, this isn’t a Thomas Kinkade. It’s not like you can pay me fifty dollars and I can drive to the Twombly store and buy another Twombly.
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135811
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I pulled at her shirt like a slot machine.
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135811
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There aren’t requirements, only expectations. I’m writing this, because, at the time it happened it seemed strange to me. People might think I’m writing because now, it makes sense, right? It doesn’t, I’ll tell you that much. I’ll also tell you what i
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135811
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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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135800
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I made a man of men. He made a man of me, the way all men are finished, in tragedy and sorrow. Together, we make a story, for other men, brothers and sisters.
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135865
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1. The Kingdom of MaggotsBillions of tiny naked bald men wriggle and squirm through a derelict mannequin factory.2. The Sea of KnivesThe crests of waves slice and slash. Maimed mermaids wail.3. The Eye MoonEnvious mirrors ape the sun. An astronaut falls forever into open…
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1358114
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I thought of you todayand what you put me throughthe time you saidwe couldn't rest.
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135800
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There was much joy in Galilee, for it was not often that two marriages, not merely one, were celebrated in one ceremony.
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135844
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135898
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Pinesatz is standing again. He and Marie seem unaware of time, unaware that Louane is watching them, unaware of waiting for Wendy with the car. Every glance is a hook. Every gleam is a glance. Every stanza is a room. She vies for it.
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135864
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when you betrayed the vain ambition of my death,/I did not complain.
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135866
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state a shambles, mountains and rivers endure./meanwhile, the city hides amidst spring's thick growth . . .
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13571510
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The mirror can never talk back/
unless corrupted creases of the brain/
and its recombinant physical maladies//
elect to answer...
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135720
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If you had gotten pregnant our last time, in 1967 (when you lied and told me “I guess I’m finally over you,”) then our son could have been that man you saw with the drooping moustache and his coattails flying in the lobby of the building in Louisville,
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135743
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They divided over worthless gain, while I came too late for the battle.
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