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There’s a room
Full of white
And it smells
Like bleach and
Iron
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120933
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You and she might make love here, next week,
and I'll buy my own razor, switch from baths to showers.
I shave my legs in my imagination.
They, like life, are smooth.
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120921
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You hold me now, and pay attention.
Everything is new.
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120900
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The shoreline was further inland than he remembered, a good thirty feet or so since his last visit. He stood in waist deep water — the waves of the emerald green Gulf tumbling upon his pale white torso. He had always been disappointed with the beach as a child.…
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120920
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It’s possible that you’re dying. Every headache a brain tumor, your friend once said. You laughed then. Now you begin to see what he meant.
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120910
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Seems hot for a Thursday, doesn’t it?
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120921
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She positioned the mouse cursor over the word Bikini and double clicked. The hard drive of the ageing work PC chugged into life as an Excel document dragged itself onto the screen.
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120986
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My table offers up the gutted calf/
with carrots and potatoes yanked /
alive and whole
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120811
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They say I'm supposed to see everything as a nail, but I have a silver head. Too soft for bang-bang. Too soft for anything but sitting on a shelf. I sat in her classroom for twenty-five years. She was proud of me and pointed often to the words inscribed on me that I can't…
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120864
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Mum and Dad are dead, though I'm the only person who has noticed. They're sipping their tea in the kitchen. Dad keeps coughing up maggots. Mum's face looks like a cracked mirror: I see myself in it, broken, dark. My brothers carry on as normal. They huddle by the TV,…
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120886
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She cut me adrift
On an iceberg of words
And words melt
As you know
Looks like we may have
Gone out on the limb
A little too far without
A toe-hold on Reality
Doesn’t it?
But I saw the headlines:
Cows Bound for Slaughterhouse Make
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120898
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It was cold in the church. The Lutherans were freezing to death. The Catholics brought their winter coats.
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120800
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the strength in you i envy/ leaves me naked, sweating in the dust/ while you possess what ethic i pretend to have/ in the face of those who expect from me/ so much more.
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120831
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She seizes my hand. I resist just enough to sense her strength.
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120820
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I was about sixteen or seventeen when James Miller had a stroke and died. He was a friend of my father's and a preacher-guy. The last time our church had been that full was at the barbecue the weekend after the church was built. Somehow, the structure went…
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1208158
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Maybe it takes as much fortitude
To forget
As it does
To remember.
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120833
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Today, I am almost entirely self-coincidental, though I still feel a lag lurking somewhere.
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120821
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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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120842
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Frank was happy to leave the art show and take the train back to SoHo.
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120863
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No temporary solace upon this patch of earth,
stymied in your injury; labored by your girth.
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120842
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—Man, what a tearjerker way to end an interview, said Ben.
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120842
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It was Wednesday, the papers had a food section that day, so the gap-toothed news hawker at the mouth of Winter Street would yell out “Foozection! Foozection!”
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120841
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... and that’s the story of the Polish worker who looks like van Gogh.
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120832
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She did not know the passage of time, for she was just a bedraggled little kitty, but she stayed behind the lattice for many rising and settings of the Sun.
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120800
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Lulls, and the gulls, amid the tides and their tears (And I join their voices and my heart is run), Though each or neither takes no part in my fears, I join no hands with the beach or the years (And the ships slip near plus yon). Held handfast,…
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120831
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okay fine, on the count of three
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120840
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Green hands
wave
in freezing water.
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1208189
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Each day, I lose more words-/
nouns and verbs- but especially//
proper names. People and places
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120710
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Victor didn't want to be alone, so he phoned Sophie.
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120720
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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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