1323 3 2
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The retina was burning, the liquid had dried up, and the veins bursting. My eyes bled. But I kept them open. The sound was like nails on glass, screeching endlessly. Coming close to me louder, harder, faster.
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132320
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The possum is sneering with truth. I can smell the blood under his fingernails. He has seen it all, the backwoods distilleries and the back porch propane grilles. He has slept under the beds of whores and kings alike.
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132310
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Seems hot for a Thursday, doesn’t it?
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132331
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My first time alone with the women in Saudi Arabia...
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132332
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The young monk rose early to jog,
his appetites trailing like
cats in heat.
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132385
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From words to meaning― how complicated it is.
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132342
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As the silence starts gashing I decide it's the moment to take all my thoughts for a walk; To a sound like a million lightbulbs shutting their fuses I resume my view, Across the sun-strobe streets with blind nightlamps; the safflower sun is lopped on its stalk …
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132242
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He adopts a stance known as Part the Wild Horse’s Mane but calls it a different name--the Part the Hair of the Skanky Barmaid for a Bleachjob position.
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132221
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lucy had simply taken a kitchen knife and removed the outer layer, the layer of things people notice
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132243
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Nature is perfect... We can never learn that much
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132253
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you look like
the insides of my cheeks
chewed.
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132221
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She said it feels wrong. Too wet, she said. I snickered, she smacked.
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132297
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communication/
with the dead
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132211
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The man was sitting at his makeshift kitchen table. He was forty-five years old. He wore his mortarboard with tassel whenever he left his home. Once inside either a reputable establishment or one generally considered less so, he was sure to take off his m
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132241
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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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132233
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132253
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"Do you kiss all of your models?"
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132244
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Poems reflect their poets. /
Mine: ugly but loved. /
It is just as well.
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132211
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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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132220
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I barely scraped the sleep out of my eyes when I heard the shrill crying from outside the kitchen window, and I recalled one of the many reasons cats can't be trusted. You see, they're evolutionarily wired to imitate the sound of a crying human baby, so when they…
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132100
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It is not rough like most grappa, but smooth like good whisky. It removes all edges, freezes the tongue and erases the memory.
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132100
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"‘Man-hater’ is such a harsh term,” she says. “I really like it.”
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132122
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Why do you lie? the old woman repeats when her mouth is not busy filling the waste bin. We sit as far away from her wheedle and wretch as the small waiting room allows. A young woman glares at us through the mental health clinic's safety glass…
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132198
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we’ll never win/
the ongoing battle with dirt.
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132100
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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.
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132121
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“The minute I stopped wondering about
the meaning of life is when I
finally started enjoying life.”
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132142
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Outbreaks of mass communal dancing—sometimes referred to as “choreomania”—occurred in Europe with some frequency in Europe between the 14th and the 18th centuries.
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132133
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my pilgrim tongue
on the map of
your body
seeks sanctuary
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132132
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Airwave candy
lyrical brandy
brass band singer.
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132177
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I saw the shiny dime . . . .
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