1275 4 3
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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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1274116
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Heel to toe, our bunions
are our ingrown medals.
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127497
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a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single
ticket
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127484
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In the moment
I crinkle the aluminum foil,
The sandwich now a deeper
Part of me
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127444
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"Shouldn’t I be able to easily get my arms around nothing?”
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127411
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..Sheena's not there to make my morning coffee and the brain cells I feel slowly dying are not expiring because of bad Aussie pop songs.
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127485
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Have you measured the cups, the conveyors' yield? Do you know the span? I am the LORD your God, she murmured.
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127487
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On high a centaur is pulling a yellow chicken on a sled.
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1274139
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rheumy eyes wink, gnarled hands pantomime
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127453
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Well, now it has fallen away some
but I felt better about it when it was raging
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127481
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He was a Jack Russell terrier
hanging like a baby
in a carrier
strapped to my chest
He had all four legs
wrapped around me
and was licking me
with his long tongue
I asked him what his name
was, and in a real low voice
he said
Min
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127412
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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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127431
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I awake to find a heavy chain shackled around my ankle. I try to remove it but cannot. The length of the chain runs through my apartment, sometimes coiling around itself, but eventually leading out my front door.
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127485
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Mari thinks that's all fine and fucking dandy.
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127411
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“I love women. They’re like goddesses.”
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127441
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The Beatles on TV
their last show
together
as a group
and we all
knew it
smoking dope
sitting around in large
groups
in living rooms
across the universe
they sang Let It Be
and The Long and Winding Road
knowing
a man
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127410
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The view from the tenth floor of Ramses Hilton hotel was depressing. A restless crowd undulated between the wrecks of tanks and armored cars.
JOURNALIST: Hey! I’m dying here, and you admire the views?
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127411
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Lungs bursting in the alleyways
trying to keep with the beat.
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127310
|
Excuse me, can I now
ask to change my favorite childhood color
from green to yellow?
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127341
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Endless. I find this story.Beginning. To walk.Repeating. Repeating.The Memory. Of snow.Amsterdam. Rivers narrow.Hearts. Divide.Hands. Emboldened.Patronizing. Unpatriotic.Semblance. House held open.Forging. The ties…
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127310
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At six a.m. he was awakened by the alarm on the watch, and found he could not remove it from his wrist, though he was able to turn it off. Of course, she was gone, but had left a little patchouli-scented note on a pillow.
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127351
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a man sees salamander bands / a-cracklin on the scree
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127311
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The priest went into the place in those parts, the priest an old pear or grape gotten ripe and then moreso, but never actually expiring . He was hunched and it looked like he was broken at some integral part, but nobody could tell for sure where. One time, a bat…
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127310
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She became suited to herself only. She no longer tried in any way to fit, she fought the molds they created and kept moving in her own direction. Often forward, sometimes a bit backward, and she rightly scaled her own Mt. Olympus and there she sat with he
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127333
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Why, these were the young hands
that I kissed only last night.
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127310
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Touch these words with your mind. They will create an elephant with an unidentifiable itch.
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127355
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127360
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“The first thing you must remember,” Polly tells the Levensons, “is that every penny you spend on your guests is that much less you can spend on your horses.”
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1273126
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We hold fast to the bed’s corners, afraid our bodies, these new old bodies, have forgotten how to love in its center.
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127322
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Through void decks of apartment blocks,
Over roads on overhead bridges,
Down small streets on concrete pavements.
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