1452 4 3
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Today, the buxom neighbor carrying blintzes
Egged me not to care about
What’s not flat. She forgot
To bend, clanging together
Some fronts and sides.
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145235
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Does God feel the same way /
whenever you practice your indifference toward me
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145241
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I was like a bullet shot from a university tower
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145241
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This day, oh, this day… shoved joy and gratitude in my face, then tossed in beauty and just a touch of grace. A Piping Plover set my sorrows by the side, nabbing morsels when it could, then racing from the tide. Junior Eagle perched…
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145286
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My table offers up the gutted calf/
with carrots and potatoes yanked /
alive and whole
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145295
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I understand why Warhol said/
“I want to be a machine.”/
Forget this sorry clay.
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145253
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The questions piled up so high I thought I'd neverget through the door.The ease of alcohol, the incline of submission. Guttural sounds and spittle.Wipe down the morning afterwith a shower.Redress in last night's clothes.There's coffee if you want it.Sincerity too -no,…
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145241
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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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14521110
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Back then we used to dance slowly to Sam Cooke's “You Send Me” on your parquet floors, whispering about planting our vegetable garden, planning to seed the lawn with centipede grass, promising to count all the red cars that came down the street.
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1451109
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The bird sat there some time. Several minutes. My wife and I grabbed out i-Pads and took pictures.
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145121
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145112
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“Help us, help us,” the children are saying. “They’ll come back. Help us. They bite.”
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1451106
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The screen door slowly opened. I was expecting the second / coming of perfection.
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145100
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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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145111
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she felt something warm and wet on her ankle and it was producer #1's green tongue and he was still sitting down behind the table and it traveled slickly and caressed her calf with a sensuousness she wouldn't have thought something so ugly could possess
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145161
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They had both discovered, though, that when people stared at them now, away from the carnival, it was very different. There, they were supposed to be odd, it was what people expected. Here, they were supposed to fit in.
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145174
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Jim Morrison moved
ever so slightly
in the cold of his grave
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1451107
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Charlie Hancock missed the bus. Started walking.
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145111
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It was a mildly windy day of the working week in the financial district of the city—the bright morning sun was out—when a security guard was called to the fifteenth floor to deal with a disruption.
“This way.”
Someone pointed to a desk. At the desk
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145197
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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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145153
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In the center of the big diorama, the real world hangs in the air by a hook.
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145011
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This is 57% of middle America, I'm convinced: doomed.
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1450115
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I haven't been here in a while!
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145020
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Her plastic shopping bag brushes your leg. You look into it and all you see is a 2 liter of Coke, a bag of Lay’s potato chips and a package of Oreos. It’s so oddly touching, so purely American, that your heart breaks a little bit. You want to hug t
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145021
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Even at five years old, I could tell that Eloise was haunted by ghosts that shook her core, leaving her dangling and seeking stability in slowly repeating her compulsive routines.
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145000
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Like a scroll spinning swiftly before his eyes, he deduced that the tracks around him could have been left by nothing but a dragon. “Father God, protect her,” he said as the gravity of Isabella’s situation hit him.
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1450117
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...come come come come...
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145096
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Wind was a sorry excuse for force
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145042
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there is a tunnel / between your skin and the ground / for kisses to crawl
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145011
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I hand one of them the octopus and run out of the room.
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