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I like the cool and dark beneath my rock./
It protects me from the glare and scorch/
of noonday sun and the chilling shadows/
of midnight moon.
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The white Boeing 747, all three hundred and sixty eight seats of it, prepared to depart from Johannesburg Airport. Mild conditions on a clear flight path coupled with the soothing voice of the first officer didn't allay my unease. I offered a friendly nod to the…
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Life's a beach? A bitch? Same thing.
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During the hangover, I crawl to my desktop computer and then Google “rapid STI testing” and “speedy divorce”
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Violet goes with her mother to the home, delivering cookies to old folks. She's getting to hate how she goes along with everything her mother asks. Some of her friends are rebelling already, and Violet feels something under her skin. It's still just a dark shape, lurking…
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It’s that time of year. The combustible mixture of booze, poinsettia corsages and the soulful sounds of Eddie Venturi and the Fastidians will cause people to get up and dance at holiday office parties who have no business doing so.
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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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I'm trying to make love to her but she wants to talk.
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As the light changed and exhaustion set in, Suzy and Molly batted back and forth one more knock knock joke to avoid going home.
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If you stop, you starve//
and they just offer what you do/
to others, starved already,/
and schooled, as you, in servitude.
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Wind was a sorry excuse for force
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Wild bore the wind down on me, coming out of the heavens that turned around the stars of the evening. The longing and the appetite at work in the body, all tickling to open a girl’s mane, gaping, health-giving crossroads to the body. Hail and farewell t
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She never leaves her desk, but food appears like magic.
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the things we will accomplish, the things we will leave to others
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if i could i would leave/ my beating heart like flowers/ pumping blood upon your doorstep/ in gory testament/ to the way you make me feel.
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We gave our cigarettes names.
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In the morning I listen through an ear-trumpet
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Anneliese inserted one of her crystal drops in Hymen's left ear and kept her left earring in. For a quarter, she bought a handful of cashews and plopped them on a red napkin.
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An infested, indifferent universe . . .
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[My baloney has a first name: it's Oh, Ess, Cee, Ay -- shit! I forget the rest! Can we start over?]
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Her name was Christine
and she was nailed to the cross
of their lust
and their greed,
and their vengeance
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I dreamt, said the Donkey, of an apricot. An apricot the size of a heart. …
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You're sitting in a darkened theatre with Gothic ceilings and one exit watching the latest Alan Ladd film with William Bendix and Veronica Lake.
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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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What
I learned/one summer/in the North East/Thessaloniki heat was. . . .
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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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