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The devil ran in my blood.Scars chase each other on my skin.One year old, I fell down the stairs in my walker.Five years old, I fell out of a tree while convincing my older sister to climbthe outlawed tree.At six I rode my bike down the biggest hill in the…
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97922
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So tell me what it takes. // My wallet is so fat / I sit lopsided.
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97921
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979129
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you shimmered me with attention
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979129
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For the new year, I´ve given up palm oil.
Made shopping a whole lot harder.
Damn orangutans tugging at my conscience.
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97832
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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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97852
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Jojo dolls & basketballs
a mindflex & pick-up sticks
Parcheesi and—no, not Parcheesi
a supersoaker, a Care Bear
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97844
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They pull up to the curbside and he jumps out
to shake the hands in that familiar men’s
grasp/shake they do when saluting each other.
If that isn’t his daughter it should be, the one
sitting in his car, with her door wide open.
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97800
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Many colored eyes move slow
between the mirror and my heart,
begging questions.
I offer no explanation.
None suffice to breed either my content or theirs.
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97831
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I hope my blonde down still beats in your heart, and the black crescent curved under, you will remember, and I would move toward your window where my own heart lay in a dish, with the thick valley lifting.
Remember, I crossed and uncrossed my legs f
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97843
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I'm looking for the perfect/passage, a safe, sound/jettison to now.
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97810
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Handsome are the houses,effigies in synthetic stucco: prosperity divinedbehind parted walls. Behold the ersatz simplicityof the residential subdivision, contrived construction inline and line and line. …
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97832
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I was sent here to perform the autopsy
on the norm, the status quo, the bourgeois.
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97855
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right/rite:
Your touch smooth as impulse/
Swaying my mind
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97800
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It seems like that is all I really knowThe narrow confines of my existenceThe sun rises and falls somewhere,And all living things, move, work struggle and fightCarrying a bucket of water, while the sunBangs the day's rhythm on my armsThere's a war going on, all the…
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97897
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the pressure from my lungs threatened to burst my eardrums.
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97720
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I spent the summer of 2001 in disguise;
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977126
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you notice some of what
you need―
a pressure of something
you've intended,
somewhere without
a place,
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97755
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It is hunting season
in Jersey today.
They say
“There are too many deer
in Jersey today.”
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97796
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Captain Nemo never died./
He cruises all the seven seas/
below the waves in Nautilus 2,
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97777
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She rubs her head into mine...
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9771513
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I almost kept him
on the shelf with all the trophies.
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97795
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an artist sits in the sun
moving fingers through long hair
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977126
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Agamemnon and Menelaus were/
complete creeps. Achilles was//
a pompous piece of shit.
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97710
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Sometimes I think our gathering is a ritual centered on collective visualization. Other times I feel like I have been physically transported. I am not sure there is a difference.
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97700
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I am brave, I am sexy, I am strong
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97611
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Marvin and first had met four years ago on an iron train peeling through the seething Asian night on rails between Bangkok and Chiang Mai city...
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97684
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This soil is bereft, with only mocking water
below, so catacombed in chalk.
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97644
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...her facial twitches, gasps and whines, her moments of trapped silence.
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97630
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The casual writer uses the work "dick" often. Other words for this appendage he finds pretentious, emasculating, or too much trouble to look up. A dick has simple motives. It is an agent of birth and death, a divining rod for the dark wet.
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