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See the hair
Know the hair
Remove the hair
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134241
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A bum leaves his shopping cart
in the middle of the intersection
at 7th Ave and Perry St
and walks away
leaving everything behind
Shopping cart gets hit
by an onslaught of
yellow taxis whizzing by
The contents flying out
into the hum
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134222
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134221
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Between the commercials, the local news is rampant with fusillade of bullets going raving mad, driven by some Machiavellian brainfuck, or bombshells smiling down with angels in black; emoticons of solid metal and pride. But you would put your faith in…
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134211
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I noticed Sean changed after his grounding. We no longer played night soldiers around the block, no longer biked to the creek to catch crayfish he'd crush with his boots. Sean stopped hunting lizards, stopped charging smaller kids toll to pass…
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134297
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Is it my imagination, or is her chair afraid of her?
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134242
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It's always dark when Cal and I arrive. We park under the bright sodium lamps, closest to the doors. The lights will probably be off by the time we return, unless the sensors miscue in the uncertain light of early morning. When that happens, the lights…
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134265
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Sometimes the dirt just stays dirt
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1342125
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They talk but they don’t really / talk
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134211
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Been running so long
You've been running so long
I bet you can't remember
What you're running from
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134221
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There’s something Dad’s been telling us
that I don’t think is true
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134123
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A little boy sits at the table. He hears a knock at the door.“Mo-om!” the boy calls out. “Door!”His mother comes from the kitchen, wiping her hands on her clothing.“Jesus!” she says. “Would it kill you to answer the…
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The thumb, incarnate, knows/
the moment of the misplaced hammer blow;/
the tongue, incarnate, the cool invigoration/
of water drawn from the dark well.
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134133
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134133
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my pilgrim tongue
on the map of
your body
seeks sanctuary
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134177
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I saw the shiny dime . . . .
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134142
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In the end they talked a lot, shared what they could, both seemingly trying to rekindle something that was no longer hot, and yet they could not let go of each other. Year after year would prove that. Right then, just then, it seemed that the physical par
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134144
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Here’s a picture of you
Lit up by the internal light
Of the moon. It was a
Super moon that night
And the story of God
Had not been told
And we had to wait a good
Long time to hear it out in the cold
And I was the King of Fishers
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134185
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Ah we just sat on the flat roof of the school and looked out at what was beyond because sometimes there is nothin' to do but sit on a flat roof of a school and look out at what is beyond. Going up there I had told him to be careful with the bag because if he didn't take…
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134174
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Last night was full of little fists
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134144
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Poems reflect their poets. /
Mine: ugly but loved. /
It is just as well.
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134141
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... and that’s the story of the Polish worker who looks like van Gogh.
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134153
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while the fat stars stand out in the cobalt night.
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134120
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These fern-like weeds grow along the roads. “Watch this,” you say, bending down over a plant. The touch of your fingertip sets it recoiling, stunned–a fun, jungle trick you picked up somewhere along your way.
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134097
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“I fly in my dreams,” his mother said. “It's my privilege.”
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134010
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at the front of the bus/ sways a white-veiled woman:/ gnarled hands upon/ a bag of palms,
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She says, “He's like, the eighth wonder of the world.” She says this without irony, and this makes you feel embarrassed for her. The laughter in this small, smoky space is getting louder. You chew your chapped lips and put your…
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