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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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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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We'll all face the raging river, some sooner than others.
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On high a centaur is pulling a yellow chicken on a sled.
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rheumy eyes wink, gnarled hands pantomime
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Lungs bursting in the alleyways
trying to keep with the beat.
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I want to write a story about a woman who lies to men about her height.
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Everything conspires to kill you:
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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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There were ten thousand photographs buried in the bottom of the jar
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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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Unless they leave you comatose,/
it’s the disasters you remember.
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In the moment
I crinkle the aluminum foil,
The sandwich now a deeper
Part of me
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Is there a homunculus in my brain guiding everything like the pilot of an airliner?
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Seeing her in black /
with his arm around her /
from the other side /
of a glass door. /
He gave her a beer. /
She might’ve been thirsty, /
uncomfortable.
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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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Touch these words with your mind. They will create an elephant with an unidentifiable itch.
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The one at
dusk is not the one you met this morning.
That one's gone like a head in the window.
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Rose would have preferred to survey the wreckage alone, between sips of her earl grey, but the morning light drew her attention to blonde and jet black curls weaving into folds of fabric.
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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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Through void decks of apartment blocks,
Over roads on overhead bridges,
Down small streets on concrete pavements.
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circumstances//
squeeze the heart so hard/
that you should die but don’t.
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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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Cacophony of an engine-braking eighteen-wheeler/
scatters the crows to fences, trees and wires/
in a startling chant of caw, caw, caw.
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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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She had endured three years of abuse for those hot, fleeting moments of tenderness—just enough warmth to keep her second-guessing the bitter frost. Now the ring promised a lifetime of biting back her pain.
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Like when she said the word 'but', it came out ‘bet’.
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The guy – it’s Billy Krazik - turns and aims at Jamie Stockwell, sitting there calmly as if he’s in the play or something and he takes two to the head.
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a man sees salamander bands / a-cracklin on the scree
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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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