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My mother’s serene and patient voice flew up the staircase once again “Megan, are you done feeling sorry for yourself?”
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“I can't go to sleep,” Jonathan said, laying on the doctor's couch. He counted on his fingers to keep his mind active. “I'll certainly die if I do.”
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Perdita's confusing profusion of parts makes it impossible to know which way up she goes.She flutters beneath the camera's shuttered stare, …
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the things we will accomplish, the things we will leave to others
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It's important to sound
human, I know
To get fragile
near your
mother
I myself
get glimpses
now and then
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Jim Morrison moved
ever so slightly
in the cold of his grave
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Those in the house don’t notice the sweaty woman on their lawn any more than they notice the Ruger LCP pistol she holds limply in her right hand.
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In his tiny fist he held the world
In his other his mothers hand
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Her eyes still fixed on him as if to whisper her concerns of fidelity.
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and you imagine euthanizing them if what she says is true, that she is leaving them to you in her will.
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Every night I say "I dream about you all the time, Nae Ann," but the truth is I don't. I dream about stupid crap at work like air filters for a 2006 Mazda RX-8 GT.
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Our deepest, most heartfelt apologies about the recent MySpace Bulletin, which mentioned your name and recent film and quoted you in jest. Your fifteen-page retalitory riposte was received by this office this morning, via fax sent by your assistant.
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They’ve deduced she’s still of sound mind and body. What do they know?
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If Mad Dog were interrogated by female U.S. forces in a combat-riven no-woman’s-land to see if he was really an American, he couldn’t name the most recent WNBA champion.
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The following is a true story. Though it happened 35 years ago, it happened last night too. Everyday a new convert is welcome, a new tapestry begun. A new hunger is born.
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He had that kind of connection /
with his cocktails, intimate /
sort of like a boy and his dog. //
Cocktails have in any case /
saved him from the bottom /
of many dark wells. /
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In the morning I listen through an ear-trumpet
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Life's a beach? A bitch? Same thing.
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She’d picked him up at a party freshman year, calling him Danny. Until then he had always been Daniel. He’d said nothing and his name was changed.
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An infested, indifferent universe . . .
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It's advertised as a romance. The poster shows a Sudanese woman with a child at her side collecting gum from Acacia trees.
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“Psst."I paused in my tracks as I walked in front of the building where Two Doughboys used to be.I looked around. The streets were deserted. I saw the big “For Rent” sign in the empty window where the sweet smell of pizza used to emanate. “Over…
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I dreamt, said the Donkey, of an apricot. An apricot the size of a heart. …
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contacts, false eyelashes, strappy open-toed sandals
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You’re a glimpse at immortality, a pathway to transcend the body, to the sphere just outside, where time ceases to matter and the ball of the sun grows warm in our bellies.
I’ll love you more than the next lover and never
as much as the lovers before y
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Some nights I want to take my father’s glock / and build my skull a sunroof.
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Wind was a sorry excuse for force
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We exist to facilitate/
successful conclusions of hopeless lives.
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JOSEPH YOUNG Joseph Young You might start with the top of the head, where the heat goes. This is first, first from the womb, the first word. Joseph Young There might have been a faith that placed it in the mouth, not the…
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