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She meets her old dance instructor, named Ira, in the back of a bus that wheezes & squeaks. The passengers seem to deny the small clouds of white exhaust
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93700
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"Oh, sit on my face oh won't you? Your velvety wetness would provide a nice counterpoint to the upholstery of the sofa-matching easy chair, crummy but that's the charm of this hipster-ironic dive playing 80's crap so I have to cram your music in my…
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93765
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I’ll take my Christmas carols neat-
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93700
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Ben watched the cat burglar snake his way from window ledge to window ledge.
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93799
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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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93700
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We’re on the phone dead battery & I want this to last forever. The last thing I want to do is make decisions.
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93700
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The kid on the floor couldn’t handle it...
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93700
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Troy approached the podium and cleared his throat.
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93776
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The leaves/
that clung through February/
fall, dung brown,
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93700
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It was an unseasonably warm day in early spring when I first saw the man in the treehouse. The boys had just climbed onto the school bus, the older with shoulders hunched, weighted down with the gross unfairness of his early adolescent life, the younger still scribbling…
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93641
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I WILL play with it.
I WILL bend it.
Use it every day. MAKE it work.
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93651
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He also looked at the tv with a detachment he sensed was dangerous and the sensation scared him so he ran into the kitchen and felt ashamed alone in the hot room and trembled.
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93640
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For those in know know know there was hint of a wilderness Cadillac...
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93653
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His wife leans her head against a beam with her eyes closed
while he reads out loud.
Her mouth shut tightly, almost twisted shut. She's so weary.
She raises her collar and sinks further into her neck.
When he shouts, or explodes — nothing. Not
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93696
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“Yes, Mother, of course I’m still single. No, I haven’t joined the Army. No, I’m not moving back home.”
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93611
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I should have worn shorts.
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93643
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I'm looking for the perfect/passage, a safe, sound/jettison to now.
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93684
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This soil is bereft, with only mocking water
below, so catacombed in chalk.
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9362314
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Life, like a kite string, is slipping out of
your hands
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93600
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That is then and the devil reigns in the here and now.
Tonight I am the barfly and tomorrow I die.
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93600
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Will you leave me, you, the one?
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93620
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I think I know that fly
That fly followed us from our apartment
on W. 11th St
When I opened the door he flew right in
and when we left, he flew right out again
Followed us on the subway to Times Square
Took the Shuttle apparently
Followed
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93600
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O' madam, betwixt the pages A story professed to love A wonder of descriptive prose Delights read enraptured “My favorite book”, so you said O' madam, your heroine is flawed Wounding herself beyond measure And those she swears she…
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93611
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Take a ride past Larry Crane’s 'Jackpot!' recording studio — right here! in the neighborhood! where Sleater-Kinney recorded 'One Beat' and Elliott Smith 'either/or' and Sarah Dougher 'The Walls Ablaze!' woo hoo! — and the kids are singing karaoke.
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93653
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perhaps because it knows that time’s a solvent/
and dissolves all things in time.
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93621
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In the tang of winter warm
and summer cool,
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93620
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I know our hearts were fastened together in silks in the Chicago night. In the great nurturing night, you were the (real) first. Yoked together, you were the first god to have complete leave of my body, for an hour, for all time, you were the first.
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93620
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There was a bucket of shit . . .
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93622
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The urban-abused Chevy looked older than its seven years.
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935135
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Pine nerves spike and row.
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