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It had been almost a week since the “last time.” That's what he had shouted at Eduardo after they had returned the boat, after they had watched the mother walk free onto the mainland, childless. The authorities had caught up with them unusually quickly,…
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I turn the corner and come face to face with Ed, who's stark naked at the kitchen sink. He chugs a glass of hot tap water from a measuring cup and belches loudly. “Good morning,” he says, as he pisses in the sink. “I drink 6 cups of hot tap…
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Alright is alright but alright is a state of mind, right?
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As Zoë says, “You and your musician friends drink in industrial quantities.”
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The way horizons disappear in the dark.
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then something like a shark gnawing on a harpsichord. Her drum kit apparently is an entire laundromat. A pocketful of marbles spilling in rivulets, down a set of narrow linoleum steps, merrily as two warblers splashing in a birdbath. several octaves below
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i mean the perfect setting is great and all the right lighting very little the right music she says kings of leon i say broken social scene with nothing but time and a large bed with balled up sheets and us but i love early morning fluorescent bathroom light…
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"I love you.”“Night.”Back at the screen door she answers “What?” I stand under her nose and say “Box is out of juice.” Inside she sits me on the black and white polka-dotted sofa we make love around here and there.…
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"Too many people were presenting themselves in a false light on lunch dates,” she says. “The power ties on the men, the come-you-know-what-me pumps on the women–that’s not what married life is about.”
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You fall with your eyes closed because otherwise you wouldn't dare.
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She had covered her laughing mouth, trying to prevent him from seeing a storied past.
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Dancing at the pavilion leads to sex. A nectar builds up around the heart (damp curl of hair at the neck.) The heart does not know what it cannot have. It is dumb and does not know. But I, for one, hope that it never learns and becomes numb.
There i
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My memory is like tracks in the snow. My memory is cookie dough. My memory is dirty tube socks.
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Doreen takes Butchie’s hand, steadies it in the can opener, counts “One-two-three”–and slams the chrome handle down.
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You had autumn in your hair
I liked the way you sat at a table
And drank champagne
My past years have carried me
To sixteen countries
Christ, we have so much to share
Listen, I know how the other half lives
And we can’t live like that an
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People could disappear in the Pine Barrens and never be seen again. Either by their own choice or when someone didn’t want the body found. John Dance knew that was just a part of life you had to accept and couldn’t change.
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We are impressed and cheer them on/
in their struggle against the wild/
and unkempt ravages of nature
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I smell ham and biscuits
I ain't eatin' Triscuits
No more
No more, no more
Gonna get back on my Harley
With my mutt named Bisquick Charlie
I just ain't eatin’ Triscuits
No more, no more
And I heard you know the score
Yeah, I know you
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Palinode: A poem written to retract something said in a prior poem.
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A door in the hallway, with 30E in brass letters glinting dully on its polished surface, lying sideways on the floor like a beacon.
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As the pastor of a small southern church, I'm often asked by our younger members about this prickly notion of global warming. They herd around me, as adolescents are prone to do, and they ask me, “Dear father, is this something that we should fear, these…
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"..sneezing repeatedly into an obviously saturated cocktail napkin,.."
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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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The world follows me everywhere. I can’t get rid of it. I’m being stalked by a planet.
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Number the herd. Number/
the baskets after harvest./
Note the reappearance of the moon/
after its short absence.
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“I was thinking about the other night.” He said from the living room. She could hear his work boots scrape and creak across the old wood floors, and the sound of his weight landing on the couch, then the snap of the lighter as he lit the pipe and…
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This is Bop even if you think it doesn't sound like that.
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Musing on female beauty I came up with this: it makes my dick hard. And if that's a bit crude, well, hell, I'm dead. Want to sue me? Back when the clans were at one with the earth, circa goo-gobs of long years B.C., female beauty meant…
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