1175 9 7
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perhaps I am only being transported not for replacement but for repair
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117400
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White, hot pain shot runs from her through the wires, ending at the laptop, leaving a background buzz in her head.
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117452
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Someone desperately dials a number.
Iris, draped tight.
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117452
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She didn't know why she thought the ring wouldn't fit her finger, but it slid on easily and effortlessly, coming to rest in the old familiar place it always had, the groove that had worn in her finger after seven years of wearing it. She hadn't worn it in a few months,…
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11741714
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After Slick Daddy — aka Billy Ray Thompson — gave up driving his log truck and took up with playing and singing the blues full-time he was what you might call a hot property around the juke joints along Highway 61. The women didn't seem to mind…
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117485
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117421
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—Can you handle a threesome? said Isabella.
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117444
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Here’s a picture of you
Lit up by the internal light
Of the moon. It was a
Super moon that night
And the story of God
Had not been told
And we had to wait a good
Long time to hear it out in the cold
And I was the King of Fishers
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117420
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Finally he painted his own chair, maybe because no one would sit for him anymore (after he cut off a piece of his own ear.) The chair centered and framed so that one leg of it reached down to the bottom of the painting, seeming to be skewed a little, ou
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117432
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—Michiko, are you allergic to cats?
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117400
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Wait a minute, said Ben. What do we really know?
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11741612
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Millicent asked me to stop over at her place for coffee after work because we needed to talk. While pouring, she said she was torn about telling me what her father used to do to her when her mom was not around, but she thought I needed to know how twisted her life was…
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117422
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This really bothered me, and I questioned my penis about it.
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117433
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I imaged him at his mother's house, eating chicken and tabouli with her at her round marble table, leaning back and laughing, then reading my “love you” and excusing himself to cry in the bathroom.
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117400
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“All I want,” he was heard to say, “is a date with a really
good-looking woman before I go away.”
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117482
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7.53Another morning ritual. Trying to fill the loose ends of time in the early morning is a task.7.54I've done about everything, too early to work and too late to go back to sleep. 7.55Trying to avoid the nausea of life at all cost. My mind is a snakepit, filled with…
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1174108
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I call upon all cashiers in dungarees...
I call upon the baristas in rags...
I call upon those whose
sinister principles tax the weakness of their conscience...
I call upon all those deracinated by dreaming big...
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117310
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I heard them calling my name. “Will passenger Karen Anderson please come to flight desk Six Fourteen? Flight 912 is ready for takeoff. This is your last call.”
“Mario, did you hear that?” I asked. “We’re on the wrong plane!”
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117311
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117321
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117340
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You read my poems, Not because you like them, But just to find yourself, Mentioned in them.
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117355
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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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117321
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I tell him if he wants to impress a girl he should learn to cook. He shifts his body. I add, crab cakes work well.
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117300
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Coupling—why did I say that? Who says that? I mean the clacking together of bones, the willful splitting of fine and tender skin.
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117321
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I must say your script is rather impressive. “You will mesmerize a girl in velvet stained garment…” “The channels of cologne fade from a body, eventually.” The girl carousels home with a raspier…
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117320
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Irrational Obligations In honor of National Pi Day Any excuse for a circle, a way to pinch the day. They are calling it something like a celebration only with bigger words and too many numbers to count. We'll have to approximate the amount of joy …
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117393
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Our trouble decided when the CUNY PhD student, a poet, cried out, “Racination!” during discussion of my poem.
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1173177
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the burning thrusts/
of yellow in defiance of the frost
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1173108
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toe and hand-/
holds against/
the shear cliff
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117311
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papa wants to dance - the future is so bright - feel good all the time baby
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