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inside i know my heart rattles
cause outside i'm only seeing
that the truth is in tatters
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126020
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Her eyes still fixed on him as if to whisper her concerns of fidelity.
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126031
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Don’t get me wrong. Maria Shriver is hot, but her angled face makes me think a knife thrower is out to get me.
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126041
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I want you to tell me the truth, she said. The whole fucking truth.
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126032
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Franz Kafka opens the refrigerator
And removes a bowl of jello
With the face of Bella Abzug in it
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126033
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As she slunk to her topless Mercedes
sparkling curbside, wax job hand rubbed
in Hamburg, testosterone heads turned
wishing similar treatment.
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126033
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Once in a while I have the time of my life /
in this god-forsaken Earth:
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126020
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It’s possible that you’re dying. Every headache a brain tumor, your friend once said. You laughed then. Now you begin to see what he meant.
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126086
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One by one the hundred matte black drones hummed awake. The buzz was loud on the tiny airfield but died out soon among the waving amber heads of Kansas wheat that surrounded the unsigned base.
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126098
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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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126097
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Some of the elderly men and women are coming forward....
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126054
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Johnny K. didn't much like taking his exotic drugs any more. He now thought that the common reality was already an intense enough trip without wrapping it all up in enough gauze to cause permanent daydreams to the head. He liked his cheap hamburgers…
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126095
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I want to write a story about a woman who lies to men about her height.
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126041
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Dragonfly She danced out of the burning rubble, wrapped in a shawl made of iridescent silk. It must have been her grandmother's. Her arms were wings, the silk translucent and fluttering. Fire fell from the sky. Thatched roofs, walls of mud-daubed sticks, the huts…
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126021
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You sleep. The time is soft and slow.
Your dreams are covered with the snow.
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126000
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Picnicking In Mt. Misery Cemetery We breathe the damp shade, plum trees shining in a woodland where there are few wrong things I want to remember-- the steel fence of the power company blazing under an arc light is one. On this day of ripening fruit …
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125900
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"They don't know how this formed or how it got to where it is today. What we do know is that it's not going to last forever." Said Edward McCabe to his daughter who hadn't learned to talk but communicated with her father through her agreement or disagreem
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125900
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During the hangover, I crawl to my desktop computer and then Google “rapid STI testing” and “speedy divorce”
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125933
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Coffee comes in KCups and you can't fight five wars at the same time.
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125955
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Due to recent enhancements to our billing system, the rate per unit for your basic service can no longer be determined.
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125900
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This tanka poem was inspired by news report that the Macy's of "Miracle on 34th Street" fame has a white Santa in front and a black Santa in back.
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125953
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125944
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It was far away and I don't know how we arrived. There were people about that were involved in getting boats into the water or else playing sports games atop green hills. They told me I should go out in a boat with this guy and that he would take me around the island. I…
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125921
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Roy Williams was his real name. It had been for the last 15 years. Since retiring from the Firm he’d lived innocuously in an apartment near the Old City walls of Dubrovnik doing the occasional quick job for them. You never entirely retired from the Firm.
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125922
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125911
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Salted sea of summer fingers- sand and salted skinmelt in me; vanilla ice cream lick- your lips; salty kiss saliva- sweet salt of semen run down my chin languid-salty sweat of you.
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125942
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I had a friend in high school that wore a size G bra and we would take guesses on how much her tits weighed in comparison to the rest of her body. I spent a night wondering how she kept upright.
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125944
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Bud Light, B. O.
and Freeloader Heaven,
they step onto the
back of the bus without a cent
We pass by the Karma Wash
but no one gets off the bus
We pass by the
Endless Soup and Salad Kitchen
where we witness a crowd
swarming over a ch
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125933
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It is dead, for a time.
Sometimes we are all dead for a time.
Our lives leave off, sleep under the weight of snow.
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125934
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Consider this. Only a sentence ago we were complete strangers, oceans of time, distance and thought between us.
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