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“It’s time we moved our relationship back into an upright position,” I said.
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“He didn’t finish ‘The Witchcraft of Salem Village,’” Scooter says, tattling on his little brother. I’m projecting him to be a first-round draft pick by the National Security Agency in about ten years.
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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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Excuse me, can I now
ask to change my favorite childhood color
from green to yellow?
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There were ten thousand photographs buried in the bottom of the jar
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Coffee comes in KCups and you can't fight five wars at the same time.
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I nearly burst out laughing when I heard myself telling him in my accented English that she’d confided in me that she was preparing to sacrifice herself as part of an elaborate snuff film produced by a band of psychotic artists hell-bent on making up for
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"Shouldn’t I be able to easily get my arms around nothing?”
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A 20-footer up on skids
sky-blue paint beneath the bondo
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She never leaves her desk, but food appears like magic.
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Frank was happy to leave the art show and take the train back to SoHo.
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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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I suggested when we passed the flesh shack that we turn around and that I go in and say to the sex workers that the Russians are fetching $3.5K per hour in Manhattan and it's private, unlike there at that road-side shack.
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Tree full of dimes and dollars
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She locked herself in the bathroom on our wedding night. That was my first clue that I had made a mistake.
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War Stories #1The Germans didn't like that theJews had such beautiful women.War Stories#2There must have been a war between the good witches and the bad witches. It's the only thing that would account for such troubling times.Woman With Yellow HatWhy did…
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You watch with frigid eyes, as their soggy woolens squelch dark mud, even smiling a little as they make croaking frog-lure noises. You know eventually a toad or two would land in the Frogger. You like the word Frogger.
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Ymir used to be a big nothing;Now he's everything.His hair is the grass, the trees, the reedsHis scalp is the desertHis skull is the empty vault of spaceHis brain is telecommunicationsHis skin is a reality made of matter and miragesHis forehead is the Ten CommandmentsHis…
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...she had marked the stars with a blue pen, connected the dots to make Andromeda, Cassiopeia, told us of the gods behind the stars...
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each act of creation is a jolt of expectation
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Heel to toe, our bunions
are our ingrown medals.
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In the moment
I crinkle the aluminum foil,
The sandwich now a deeper
Part of me
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To conceive of them separated was unthinkable to every wet-eyed soul at the burial.
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It’s just another
Day where I feel tired, but I
Don’t know why it’s so.
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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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Here and there a few bits of beauty, with the highest respect, reverence, erect with pride. Almost twice a thousand dawns, ten thousand in intimacy, the breasts, the nipples, means of the world to nourish itself, by the intimate bay.
It's almost pun
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The outside world will intrude . . .
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Once in a while I have the time of my life /
in this god-forsaken Earth:
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We exist to facilitate/
successful conclusions of hopeless lives.
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