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See the hair
Know the hair
Remove the hair
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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…
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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.
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These are not the caffeinated men of barbaric lore.
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“Now, “Pour Some Sugar on Me” is a hit of the eighties.”
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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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"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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He began to chop the powdery substance and separate it into segments.
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They talk but they don’t really / talk
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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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There’s something Dad’s been telling us
that I don’t think is true
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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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We're alone and besieged / by badness.
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Creatures of the dark don’t follow daylight savings
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we’ll never win/
the ongoing battle with dirt.
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At night, we’d sleep in our usual spots on the edge of the bed - Becca on the left, me on the right with Hanna in the middle as before the accident.
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Forgive the doctor/
his hypocrisy -
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Daylight and cold sensed as an abstract, a number in my mind. Air thin, polluted, lacking oxygen. But the Recyclers are at it again.
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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…
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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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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.
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had I gotten home without knowing it? well . . .
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you look like
the insides of my cheeks
chewed.
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Now the house is empty of romance except a potted flowering plant from my mother for Valentine's Day. No man has set foot in my museum since I moved here. One man has set foot. The owner's brother to see about the gasket under the toilet. The Comcast installers, twice. The…
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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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“The minute I stopped wondering about
the meaning of life is when I
finally started enjoying life.”
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the cocksucking of strategic death planning
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