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so here we all are/
deep in debt
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That’s where her reputation Wild Cat came from.
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Son, could you please step out of the car?
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You looked innocent and
I
was the epitome of just that …
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Monday MorningI wake slowly. My breath still escapes me. He's asleep on the sofa, legs hanging, hand hanging, lips hanging, a river of saliva somewhere. He tries to be the one that's okay when I'm not, but really he's just as bloody as I am. I wait til he starts to…
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This is like getting a hand full of black slugs as a gift.
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I head out the door into Blustery cold winds Walking to my start mark I begin… Expecting in moments To hear the regular symphony Of anatomies brilliant Symmetry… Then I realize In my haste I have been thoughtless It will exact a price… …
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Here comes the bus. It’s going to Tuscany and is full of pronouns: he, she, me, you, it, them, us, we, and you again.
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In its own defense
against what is too concrete
the mind allows a magical thought--
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it is said to make your manliness last forever
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I returned to Minnesota from Montreal a week ago to realize that my sweetheart in Manhattan had hired a Ukrainian escort.
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If I was a bum
I’d risk everything
For a drink or a smoke.
I would beg and curse and steal
If I was a bum.
If I was a bum
I would cuss out the Pope.
I would not vote for anyone
Because I would know truly
They’d be telling gross lies.
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Your clothes had been burned and your skin washed. They kept your boots at my firm insistence. I saw them write your name on the card. The card was black, and the ink was black. The writing was shallow and scratchy. The box they filed the card into was black and so…
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Mulvihill suspected, but could not prove, that the connection to all three murders and the three men was a painting
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breathe out
somewhere a tree falls
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I’m crouched behind my apartment window, practically going crazy.
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I find that I am keeping silent more often. I don't like repeating myself.
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Like the Lady Miss Kier, I believe in the power of love. I believe.
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or.
Have you ever contemplated smashing someone's face to The Stooges' Fun House?
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Bipolar. Schizophrenic. Alcoholic.
Addicted. Abused. A reader?
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I heard a story once that said we are all entitled to seven good years. No, wait, that is not exactly what it said. Rather, it was more plaintive and inquiring. The feeling that song gave was more one of asking the question: Wasn’t I supposed to get sev
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What it was for, didn’t matter. When Susan walked into Fred’s house every few weeks and start talking, he’d just nod and say, “Sure, I know how tough it is out there, baby.” Then they’d drink some wine and put on some music, and he’d give her a little mon
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Since I have never found any mention of children that you may have had in your writings, I've been a little reluctant to tell you this story. It may be a touchy subject for you...I don't know. It's a lot of conjecture on my part, but there's one indispu
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Where scenery is property and time is a straight edge; where the clouds are billowed and still; where one sees a tinfoil ocean and perspective to the east; where the static waves begin to move; where an immobile sky rustles and kneels. Our eyes looking still are the…
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irretrievably we tell ourselves stories
irretrievably as beaded water slides off our skin
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The water quality
will give you a hint
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