1321 2 2
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mind heart soul will blood sweat tears muscle, and bone,/and then always something else—not more, just else . . .
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132185
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From words to meaning― how complicated it is.
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132142
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whatever weaknesses you displayed//
as empathetic human fellow traveler,/
your command of English survives you,//
on into the last echoes of the human/
once we’re gone.
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132042
|
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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132074
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An eternity in a crashing moment.
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132043
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Nature is perfect... We can never learn that much
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132053
|
you look like
the insides of my cheeks
chewed.
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132021
|
She said it feels wrong. Too wet, she said. I snickered, she smacked.
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132000
|
"‘Man-hater’ is such a harsh term,” she says. “I really like it.”
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132032
|
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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132021
|
“The minute I stopped wondering about
the meaning of life is when I
finally started enjoying life.”
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132042
|
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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132011
|
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
|
132032
|
I’m sorry. We couldn’t fix the country
and left her a bigger mess than we found her
Oil leaking from her shores
earthquake batter all over her skin
We couldn’t fix her, and we’re sorry
You’ll find her wreck in tatters
at the bus st
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132053
|
"Do you kiss all of your models?"
|
132077
|
I saw the shiny dime . . . .
|
132000
|
" ... that’s a seriously good result for an opening night."
|
132010
|
kindergarteners
sent to class with
Uzis
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131900
|
It is not rough like most grappa, but smooth like good whisky. It removes all edges, freezes the tongue and erases the memory.
|
131945
|
She arranged to have an abortion at a doctor Greene’s office, who practiced out of a converted house on Solano Avenue on the north side of Berkeley. I took her there the day of the procedure. You couldn’t go to a regular hospital to have this kind of thi
|
131998
|
we’ll never win/
the ongoing battle with dirt.
|
131911
|
|
131900
|
His cheeks were extremely pink but the pink was not the shade usually associated with good health, it was the pink of Death.
|
131931
|
i ask you what i taste like and you say "not much."
|
131941
|
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
|
1319159
|
far beyond the far beyond
sparkles the stars like sparkles
|
131933
|
|
131923
|
I even listen to the Ugly Kid Joe version. I fall asleep perplexed and disheartened.
|
131922
|
"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.
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131944
|
Poems reflect their poets. /
Mine: ugly but loved. /
It is just as well.
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