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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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125694
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Fear I’ll be stuck here without a ladder
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125611
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“I want you to face the toys!”
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125611
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Hands and fingers feeling down
Cross the boundaries I laid
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125653
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I don't look like other poets. /
People hardly believe it when I say /
"I write poetry, sometimes. /
During lonely evenings."
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125632
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And so began my love affair with a thick, semisold substance. Sort of like Mary Van de Velde, the chubby girl who was my partner in my 6th grade polka troupe.
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125553
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We took our turn at the younger stage. One good turn deserves another and all that crap. But does it always have to strong-arm the world's latest lovers apart with so much pushed and shoved ultra violence?So far…
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125532
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Falling asleep remembering lies that had been built around lies
Lies to impress people
Lies to make life more convenient
Lies, I didn’t even know why I told them.
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125555
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this bleeding sun, clove studded & seedless
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1255138
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last night a girl came
to me in the shape
of my suicide.
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1255106
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The face had become a chilling death mask.
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12551612
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I am experience and information//
at a small but irredeemable remove.
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125574
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125543
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Need not remember, the 6th of November.
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125530
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After our first kiss,
a team of scientists
scrubbed away the cancer
of your lipstick.
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125542
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Yellows and reds shed
warp and weft
bobbins of color
spooling...
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125441
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Camilla and I watched a movie, then we were the movie. A man wandered in a decrepit house, or in a dream of a house, which had wallpaper hanging like shredded flesh and little mounds of filth and a madwoman with a butcher knife creeping from room to room with fear or…
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125443
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YOU cross the park as the evening gathers, the playground is deserted, streetlights spark up orange beyond the trees that veil the main road. You feel your journey pushing at your back, the last scraps of the energy of a train hammering north. At the far edge of…
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125494
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The poet could not speak of himself
but only of the gradations leading toward
him and away. ~ Mark Strand
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12541510
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The mirror can never talk back/
unless corrupted creases of the brain/
and its recombinant physical maladies//
elect to answer...
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125431
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This year, 2011, you bring about my thirtieth year. I'm apprehensive about this, but mainly because my father made me watch "Logan's Run" as a kid...
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125455
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Some nights I want to take my father’s glock / and build my skull a sunroof.
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125433
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we ran that afternoon/across Bayshore lanes/into green blooming fields, beyond all those
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125421
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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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125463
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On the phone I asked my mother how she was doing.
“I’m getting old,” she said. “Going slow. But getting there. I’m ninety-four!”
My mother was always 94, when she was really 93. I remember she was 93 right after she turned 92. And 92
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We Must Save Ourselves I'm looking for my savior on subways, Is he this man pushing half himself On a skate board, from car to car, Singing I have no Legs, I have no Legs, I'm looking for my savior in coffee shops Of…
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125486
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The bar was packed. Fascinated, Tom watched the shenanigans going on around him.
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125467
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Lights of human occupation burn/
in patterns like the growth/
of a bacillus, lethal and prodigious,
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125420
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Charley calls to say he hasn't heard from me. The blinds are gone, so I take a lipstick off the living room table and draw a circle around his head. I make a half-circle for his gut, a squiggle for the telephone cord. He can come over, he says, just to …
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Betty had been looking for a distraction; the lawsuits were out of control. Her last nonprofit, Faith and Life Children's Organization, had run into some difficulties due to the recession and the obvious result of trying to do more with less. Why couldn't people…
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