1198 11 5
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You burnish what is left
until it shines and call it
your own.
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119854
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He gave her his driving range and she gave it back. She didn’t know what a bogey was. Arms akimbo he smiled and licked the China cat by the window.
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119886
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Four ships anchor
Far off shore
Chains slip
Beneath the swell.
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119800
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An hour later, we're no closer to the tunnel. In our rental car, we're just two in a school of a thousand fish skimming the edge of the island. Go with the flow, we keep saying to each other. We're just going with the flow. …
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119897
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“I fly in my dreams,” his mother said. “It's my privilege.”
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119823
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the mountains did change/became looming purplish waves/their spray washes us/we rinse slow 'neath lifted waves/that must be at least this tall.
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119861
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Rob slogged down First as November winds tore right on through him that Tuesday at four o'clock in the morning, letting him know that he was the only man left on the face of the whole fucking planet. Except for an old, broke,…
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119801
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I wrote a poem and asked a professor to read it. / He said: IMAGE IMAGE IMAGE IMAGE / like a mad man on meth, foam running down / his mouth crowded with sharp, shimmering teeth.
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119810
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machine utility of thought,
intangible aesthetic of sentiment.
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119831
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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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119884
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These days, you seem to disappear like bread tasted and devoured
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119832
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All the time I'm eating I can't help but think of the many different tuna melts I have ordered in diners and coffee shops and how each of them disappointed me...
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1198103
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I sit there reading a magazine while the woman clips my claws. From time to time I watch Kim’s face.
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119852
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The Bunny Hop represented that riot-like atmosphere–in cuddly guise–described by Claude Levi-Strauss in his seminal essay that I have forgotten the name of it’s so important.
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1198810
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The floor dissolves beneath us, pierced by lasered/
glare of countless eye-beams.
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119775
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Does sound shape silence/
or silence shape sound?
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119741
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His only sibling had passed a few years back and his mother was the only one left of a gaggle of 7 brothers and sisters and their spouses. The turning of the generations, from birth to grave, was always a bit like the tilling of the ancestral soil. A new
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119743
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That twig looks pretty dead to me,
He will never ever be a man.
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119731
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#whateverhappenedto #beforesex #whateverhappenedto #duringsex #whateverhappenedto #aftersex #nevertrust[written in August 2009]
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119775
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Whatever you have,/
we can monetize it
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119744
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The man next door came over with a pitchfork.
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119700
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Who remains after the aching night has departed into dawn
and left us to week-old sleep
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119745
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I sat at
the vast graveyard
of broken hearts
on the mending fence
of wonderment
unsealing the silence
of the wounds
I began to put the pieces
together
like a puzzle against
forgetting
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119787
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Orchids strewn over the floor...
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119701
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Miranda hugged Madam Mayweather as the girls, except Akane, gathered around them.
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119743
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Skulk like a lovespun spider in a record store corner
on the orange formica subway car
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119732
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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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119732
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Hope is the thing playing checkers
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