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I believe I will become a bear, snuggle up in a deep cave, coil myself inside my fur, close my eyes on hurting images, turn a deaf ear to the uproar of the world. Bolt my door to the deceiving voices outside. Sleep. Forget. Wait, as we wait for spring, for the violet and…
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132011
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Al Capone was ruling the backstreets and alleyways of Chicago during Prohibition, and we lived in a little house right next door to a speak-easy. I could peak through our curtains and see right into the bar next door when cops came in to get pai
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132054
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hangs inverted and
begins a swirling motion,
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132066
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Flew a Messerschmitt.
Drove a tank over people in Poland
though not in Prague,
and claimed he was never a guard
at the death camps.
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132064
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Light spreads its way across the sky like a drop of inkon dry cotton sheets:starts at one point and expandsas wind shufflesover bodies, seashoist your sailsand I'll throw this oneoverthe night can have itnowhear the waveshow they seem satisfiedwith their…
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132060
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Where the fuck are my keys?Where the hell is my phone?Where the fuck are my keys?Where the hell is my phone?Where the fuck are my keys?Where the hell is my phone?Where the fuck are my keys?Where the hell is my phone?Where the fuck are my keys?Where the hell is my…
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132043
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It starts on the Fallopian Speedway:
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132000
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Wait a minute, said Ben. What do we really know?
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132031
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Happens at a party, this way, past frat boys
perched in branches like idiot hoot owls,
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131933
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His friend Boner, who was more accurately a friend of Milo, who was a friend of his cousin in Dubai and who had, up until this post, seemed to share thoughts in common with him, posted, “Holy Shit, Dude! What’re You On?”
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131931
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NO IDEAS FROM HERE Tape The knife that tore the envelope tore the apricot. What was it? Water The boxes ranked against the open room. Watch So it was cut the water bright the tub. Say …
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131911
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It was in his teeth. A blackness, a subscription to an outsideness, a painful contraction of burnt out trees scattered there among sand drifts and tidal debris. His face, lightly weathered and troubled, a tightness built into eyes of thought and separation. His arms, strong…
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131900
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131921
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I go with the wind, like the smoke of this Marlboro red as it dances among the palm trees.
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131921
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I tell him if he wants to impress a girl he should learn to cook. He shifts his body. I add, crab cakes work well.
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131943
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A convoy of military vehicles is heading into the city as we are heading out.
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131930
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The last time my old lady threw me out, I decided to go and stay with my brother. I thought, "That's the last place I'll be welcome," and I knew that was true. The drive was calming, which was good, because Steven wouldn't have even let me in if I…
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131900
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Gibson Park, underneath the grove of trees beside the soccer field. She's buried. But don't say anything yet. Her disappearance will make the news shortly, but it hasn't yet.
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131800
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destinies bring me to a damned desert
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131854
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I am trying very hard to rhyme,
and trying very hard not to.
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1318109
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We’re on The Worm. I dread the part where the train goes under the bay. I hold my breath until we safely emerge.
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131822
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By dawn, she is ready to hunt.
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131843
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Man, this bearskin rug was a big, awkward sonofabitch on his back....
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131811
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. . . I wanted to put Tiffany out of her misery and mine and shove her in front of the next large vehicle hurtling down the drive-through lane . . . .
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131830
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Frank cut the tip of his finger off and it sort of shot over to the lettuce bin. The blood pumped out in tiny jets as he covered it with the palm of his other hand and ran to the sink. He pointed it in the sink and turned the water on, he could see…
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131834
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Dark morning sleet whitecrusts the world
once more, shrouds remains
of January thaw:
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131831
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The whole scene smells like paranoia.
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131821
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Did I refer to Mark Twain’s typewriter as an animal? Did I call it a hyena? I would not say that about Mark Twain’s typewriter.
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131831
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With spring rain
And greening buds
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131855
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i’m trying to remember
don’t all the best apples happen
in September?
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