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One night while in rehab I had a dream that I worked as a violin maker in Salzburg.
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Her friend was a performance artist who gave Marcia a framed picture of her vagina, made with menstrual blood. At least that’s what she told everyone.
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My businessman does as his nature allows him. He is so cute. All day long he makes deals. He is on his phone most of the time. He raises his voice. “Fuck those fuckers, just do it,” is what he says. My businessman hedges risk on his investments by keeping…
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The face had become a chilling death mask.
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I had a sister-in-law who was a licensed nutritionist. Not sure what “licensed” means, but she had some certificate and worked in a hospital. Hospitals! Places not known for their cuisine, much less their nutrition. —So, what do you…
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Your cairns/
are litter in the streets
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After our first kiss,
a team of scientists
scrubbed away the cancer
of your lipstick.
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to us! Without it we are less than human and cannot guarantee your safe passage through our woods any more. Give us back the moon. It is the primary element in the makeup of our deepest breaths taken to invoke all cycles to continue. It contains…
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you happen to me like motorcycle tricks
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My table offers up the gutted calf/
with carrots and potatoes yanked /
alive and whole
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The perfect murder, and it’s not even murder.
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But that last night in Europe, getting ready to fly out of Amsterdam back to the States, I heard this Phil Collins song, “In the Air Tonight,” which expressed some of the turmoil and confusion and whole-life hysteria I was feeling inside. Waves of fru
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Thus, more people can drown//
and leave their bones
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Somewhere in the belly of the beast
something was stirring.
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Some great, doubtless precious;
some hollow, likely empty;
some only shards, but you never know...
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Summer nights or frozen
winter, the crackles of his black.
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Every time it happens,
I think of Amber Heard
and how hard you can be slapped
without a bruise forming.
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Dear Brandon Lee: I know that you're dead and can't respond to letters, but I've always felt a connection to you.
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this bleeding sun, clove studded & seedless
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Clatters and clatters ensued, and the splash destroyed all denial.
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Once upon a time I sat in summer chairs beside cool vine walls. This was in a borough east of the major city, where families gathered in seasonal joy, by blooms fragrant, to worship the summer and its might. There is nothing diminutive about the world when one is…
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Tiny skiers look like beetles/on a white bedspread. /We watch them fall to earth from/the high peaks and tell ourselves
this is the week that sealed it
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“If we had more bats we’d have fewer bugs,”
I said. She shrank back into her sweater,
and gave me a look, then a shrug.
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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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When the poet loves,/ I said, quoting the poet,/ he loves himself.
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Yellows and reds shed
warp and weft
bobbins of color
spooling...
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cummings starts to sniff, his usual routine. He feigns aloofness while raising one wolfy leg to pee on Eliot's sneakers.
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