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No More

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Dawn is a grey mass, what is left of the night's chill slips between my t-shirt and belly skin. Somewhere else you once wrote that being loved when you don't love in return equals rape.

The Room of Doors

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"Which way ought we to go from here," he asked. She smiled again, "that all depends on where we want to get to." He nodded but didn't laugh so she sighed and strolled around the room, tuning and looking and considering her options.

She mentioned prayer in the Øilslick.xxx ZipperPoems

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We transplant helix° splices and shoot back to meet our former selves, zip the scrolls, and save the world. Then you said spin so I twisted my jumper over and over in endless folds like lips, like vaginas, like seacreatures

Song Against Unwarranted Cheer

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If I should stumble into cheerfulness/ remind me of all the business models

The Artist Wannabe

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Hot Weather

afternoons

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i think god composed afternoons with crayons

Painted

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By the time she reached home, dinner would be there in thirty minutes, on the table. Not a lively table, just politeness, and calm. There were no issues of the day that needed discussing, no problems to be solved.

Precipitants

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we’ll never win/ the ongoing battle with dirt.

Love-sad

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Then there she is, and she makes me love-sad; it's a vehement, absolute, hard love-sad no one else needs to understand, though they can see; it's an emotion so concrete it's felt from the chest, not from a tenuous concept called heart.

The Forgotten Children...

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His cheeks were extremely pink but the pink was not the shade usually associated with good health, it was the pink of Death.

Candle Smoke Wishes

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“The minute I stopped wondering about the meaning of life is when I finally started enjoying life.”

Kwaazy Wabbit

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destroy the day rip up the track jump in the water eat nothing but bugs

here, winter

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a day so brittle

Shirley Ave.

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What can I offer you, White Moon?This full night lays black before your stoic assent—and Ibreathe my final breath, frantic—for you. I wait, damned,a bestial lover in the broken dark of the variety market, whisperinga word of forgiveness to an empty window. I…

Obtaining Sophia

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My accordion's name is Sophia and she is from Italy. She was born in fairytale fashion, the way my life in Madrid can sometimes be. A great and nurturing friend gathered money from many friends in our village, to buy me an accordion for my birthday. It was…

Convenience

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I drove all night, but there weren’t nothing Roy Orbison about it. I’d been driving and around lunchtime I just thought I might stop by Shona’s place.

The Palisades

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These are not the caffeinated men of barbaric lore.

The New Lycanthropy

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Who remains after the aching night has departed into dawn and left us to week-old sleep

Let’s Swing

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You don’t want to tango with me, she said.

Destiny Knocking - 2

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. . . why did it take so long?

Give Me Back My Albert Hall

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“Now, “Pour Some Sugar on Me” is a hit of the eighties.”

Citronella Socks

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a cat named email..

Five Million Yen: Chapter 11

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Ben was stuck between sweet essences and rancid Talmudic funk. It was going to be a long trip.

Linda Vs. Sound

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Normally, after her shift, Linda would make herself a latte, untie her apron, and study at one of the tables. That evening, however, KEXP kept playing songs with grating guitar riffs, and loud laughers were everywhere. She chugged her coffee, burning her tongue. Then, she…

Violet Hour

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“My name is Violet,” I add. I am trying to stop lying. Going without cigarettes has been easier.

BEFORE WINTER

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The night before, his dad had stumbled in drunk and beat his mother. John had covered his ears with his pillow to block out their screams.

exile on and off the road

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had I gotten home without knowing it? well . . .

Blank Checks

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Then he said something that really made sense, said he kept a blank check in his back pocket...

Dust to Dust

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He began to chop the powdery substance and separate it into segments.

Epithalamion

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They talk but they don’t really / talk