1333 5 3
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we can’t hear the hum/
and the heat is imperceptible.
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133345
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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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133364
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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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133300
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I. The cowboy of my heart rides high in the saddle. Behind him, the long tail of his speeding palomino, golden — like the hair to the girls I was later to want so desperately — stands straight out from his sweating, muscular haunches. It's time.…
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133376
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A phrase, a sentence, a stanza,/
sounds among the sums and lists/
and starts a scratched cascade/
of syllables and other approximations--
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133332
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Lying in the blissful glow of young television.
Idly sleeping, eyes open and ears closed.
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133310
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they say the sense of smell is the strongest sense connected to memory, but not for me
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133275
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Does sound shape silence/
or silence shape sound?
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133220
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These are the days you wish would never end.
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133287
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arrogant, sullen,/
supple and ambiguous,//
English seems the ideal tongue
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133244
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a book of 5 poem-like things I made out of silly string and shot your way when you weren't exactly looking "..kisses are a far better fate/than wisdom."--E.E.CummingsContents:1.The Day's Thin Blue Swim-Suit2. The One Who Needed Let In Most3. I…
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1332148
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In the evening the curtain recounts its day. Faces, images, incidents it has observed from the window. Its voice is nuanced, modulated, quivering, for it is made of lace. It appears to crochet its words with needle sounds. My eyes, during confinement, are not wide open, not…
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133211
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“Omaha is filled with fine clothing stores for men,” he says, “all of them doing very well. Whereas Minneapolis is a different story altogether.” I am trying to sleep in seat 26C. 26B is occupied by Mildred who has already introduced herself,…
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133252
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It's morning, and the cold black hull of branches sets my resting pier, Amid this drizzle, underneath the poignant pain of birches, wrecked By floods of midyear grieving; wraithlike, Dawn's been becked To paint in shafts of faded rose that shades the fen…
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133233
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No, your clever costume won’t protect you.
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133233
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had I gotten home without knowing it? well . . .
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133287
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In the quiet dark, fathers reappear.
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133222
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In frustration, he picked up a hammer and slammed it straight into the center of the mask.
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133263
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I signed up for functional
I did not ask for this mixed bag
of broken glass
I have enough to swallow
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133110
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I remember a time when Calvin, my husband, was like Winnie the Pooh and I was a jar of fine Provençal honey. No amount of my sweetness could satisfy his craving for me. He would spread me on his toast with butter at breakfast and mix me with peanut butter
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133153
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She is a manifold of temporal flows.
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133100
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“I’m sure he meant no disrespect,” LeBron said, playing the peacemaker. “For example, I used to be ‘The Chosen One’ but I changed my nickname to ‘Chip’. Like it?”
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133120
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Delightful days spent at the beach. Children building castles; as parents watched waves glistening under the afternoon sunlight. Sanderlings running with beaks down, hoping for a tasty morsel through the ebb and flow of tides. As time went by, briefcases,…
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133122
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By dawn, she is ready to hunt.
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133153
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It's not a funeral. Nobody to mourn over.
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133143
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Man, this bearskin rug was a big, awkward sonofabitch on his back....
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133184
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These days, you seem to disappear like bread tasted and devoured
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133165
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Clasped his hands behind his head to give a moment’s thought to love and how it had never quite clarified in his mind to run pure and sweet.
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