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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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before five/glancing down Academy Street/sloping west to where the tracks crossed/twisted tangled metal on wheels.
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As clever as clean bed sheets
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Who remains after the aching night has departed into dawn
and left us to week-old sleep
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I considered my choices, then asked the question that has brought my wife so much pain over the years. "Which is cheaper?"
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1. The Grizzlies met with the other forest animals for a meeting about voting rights. I was there too, you know, to prevent chaos or something. 2. Mom didn't like it when I took in a …
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“My name is Violet,” I add. I am trying to stop lying. Going without cigarettes has been easier.
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He began to chop the powdery substance and separate it into segments.
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If you find a lone, sad honeybee, buy a Habitrail cage and make it your new pet.
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i think god composed afternoons with crayons
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years later ghosts enter. . . .
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you look like
the insides of my cheeks
chewed.
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I traced the vein that rose in her temple when she got angry all the way along her body until it ashed out varicosely on her smooth calf.
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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.
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“I swear that man is a force of nature.” This was her mother's way of describing her father whenever her mother came too close to the precipice. While growing up, she could never allow herself to fully acknowledge the meaning behind her mother's…
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destroy the day
rip up the track
jump in the water
eat nothing but bugs
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Someone desperately dials a number.
Iris, draped tight.
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bullets in flight make sharp, snapping noises.
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“Okay,” Boris said, wiping his mouth, “ready to go see these paintings by Lenin? We go now.”
“Where are these paintings exactly?” Ellen of Troy (NY) asked. I didn’t mention which Troy she was from.
“I have friend in Prague,” Vladimir said. “Has sh
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You don’t want to tango with me, she said.
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i waited for the moon last night for hoursfell asleep with the record player on and dreamedof rain running downgutters of sea glass housesthe sun nudged me awakeand she served me toasthe's not serious,she saidhe's half baked,full of…
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I am surprised that you’re not famous already. I remember sitting in your bedroom for hours just watching you while you wrote poetry. I was in awe of you, thinking you were going to be the next Dylan Thomas! Or Bob Dylan. Or Dylan Somebody! And I rememb
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the odd stone stands/taller than trees/it protrudes from the young forest/an old mecca but smooth
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I was a coward and didn’t want to get killed like Heimley. Heimley was a nut at high school. I saw him myself one night put his hand right through the windshield of this car he was working on, along with a monkey wrench. Sure, he was drunk, but th
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The young monk rose early to jog,
his appetites trailing like
cats in heat.
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The arid paramour,
your breath is hot, dry, cedar.
I sweat you corpus fluids and salt
and the unnamably impure.
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Is there anything more emphatic than an ovary?
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In praise of the colorful flock with crowns
of teased cotton candy rising high above
Modular walls, stalled operating systems
staling coffee and pale corner offices
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