1144 7 7
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She rubs her head into mine...
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114411
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never have i wanted/ to stay in one place long,/ flight inspired to escape/ existential ennui--
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114410
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skin is soft and too easily sliced away
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114410
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I think of particles exploding, coming back together like some physics experiment I don’t know the name for. “Large Hadron Collider,” you say. But that’s not what I mean.
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114422
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Momma wakes us up early while Daddy's still asleep, pulls out white poster boards, markers from the closet, and together, we draw babies...
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114411
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As we stood there, my hair slung over his shoulder like uncooked pizza dough, I updated my wish.
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114442
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—Francesco, I wish you would give up smoking, said Michiko.
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114331
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What do you do
when a Shirelle asks you
if you’re in the mood to dance?
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114322
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The son stood on the porch with his grip packed. "I'm off to mine me a fortune a gold, Daddy." "Boy, there's a fortune in gold right here," said the father, indicating the ripe wheat, glowing in early morning sun. The kid slumped. "Pop, you turn over a rock there,…
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114322
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The family castle, Krivoklat, pronounced something like sheevoklat,
where my maternal grandmother’s family ran a hotel,
was founded in 1109 A.D.
(how long our family ran the hotel business is anybody’s guess,
taken over by the Nazi’s, then the C
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114354
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Left by a melting snowbank: Cup lids, pine needles, a cairn of dog shit, And the grey soggy shape Of an eyeless winter bird. His breast is an old accordion Gone to rot in an old…
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114330
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I still remember the old times when we were together. I wish I wouldn't have let you go. If you ever thought that we should be together, please come back.
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114300
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The woman wrings her hands again and again, reaching up to place one under her chin, then to her cheek as though there is some pending trepidation no one else can see...
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114300
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I hear you calling me, as if through water spilled within a glass--
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114321
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The sky was dressed in a wedding gown. The hooves of my horse clicked like consonants on the stone of the butte.
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114341
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And so, many ideas and stories and wonders crash onto the shores of my conscience...
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114354
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I have constructed this emotion with tinfoil and stilts. I wear the mask of a typewriter. I have roots in Minnesota. I have a glass hat and a junkyard monstrosity pregnant with parables.
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114300
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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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114300
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Would you take a job living in a computer? What if you had to?
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114310
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114200
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Popular wisdom would have it that heroin addicts are some kind of cross between vampire menace and low-rent cartoon.
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114211
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A nursing home that doesn’t believe in antipsychotic drugs uses alternative methods to calm patients, including a llama named Travis who walks through the halls.
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114220
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It's going to be expensive, but it's booked and I am going to enjoy every single minute of it.
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114296
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1142178
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What are the odds of August rain in Texas?
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114255
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Seems I was in the wrong place, wrong time.
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114233
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I am from slow diagnoses, impatience and parents skeptical of New York City doctors. I am from tall buildings, yogurt shakes, and envy for my brother's asthma machine. I am from here, stay away from there, don't get too close, be careful at the edge, the…
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114200
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Air. But fire against the air. An interruption in the blue sky otherwise. Painted without a spread blemish or problem. Now there is a problem. I am roused from sleep. Sister says, Look. Look. Jacob wake up. What? A truck is on fire. What is? A…
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1142199
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114299
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Here’s an obvious fact: I live in Germany, but don’t speak much German. Okay, I speak very little German. Truth be told, hardly any.
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