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Your begging hands are hacking me up again like garden claws that know not the difference between a delicate solar powered flower and a tightening choke of killing weeds.It's not like it's even mine to keep-- like a legal document I'd…
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113912
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pulling my bones apart, fingers are supernatural beings
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113942
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Maria Monsanto, the curator of Francesco Martinelli's Atmospheres show, stood in the middle of the third-floor gallery.
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113900
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All the wonderful Zen-like molecules had dispersed from my body and were now hiding deep in a dark corner. Rage boiled in my blood. My veins, in fact, couldn't contain the boiling blood and they exploded, making my whole face and skin turn blood red. My
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113831
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Thirty-seven stitches to sew your ear on, five more to close the skin above your eyebrow...
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113811
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After our visit to Phoenix and following our inspection of the Grand Canyon, our seminary octet continued its twelve-thousand mile sojourn across the country as a quintet.
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113820
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He sat on the floor and said, "I found this letter W in the jungle. It's b-b-beautiful,"
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113832
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- I wish I were taller. - You also wish I never die.- What´s your point?- Santa Claus must really hate you.------ What´s the most ridiculous thing someone´s ever asked you?- Please never die. - But you promised!------ I just want to go to sleep, I´m…
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113843
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Once again, I start the engine.
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113800
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They are light, their souls, yours among them. And women who seduce you should understand that, and use their bodies carefully, so that you are unharmed by the night that is filled with them. The beautiful youth who would turn their flower as if you wer
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113810
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You know when you see the flashing blue lights in your rearview mirror that you're not being pulled over because of a busted taillight or carelessly doing fifty in a thirty-five mile an hour school zone; your crime is being a Black man behind the wheel. It happens often…
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113895
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n truth, they are not red/
but chestnut./
But “Chestnut Wasp” lacks menace
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113874
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tiny banners, browned/
and wrinkled by time,
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113720
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Almonds of childhood – fending off needless tears and chocolate impulses, almonds of my teens, slivered and toasted industrially baked settling in on egg washed croissant…mashed into the kitchen sink of the catch-all bear claw, then the taste and shiv
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113710
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I came back down in skinny jeans with holes in them and the tights still on. Little purple kneecaps.
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113742
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I passed the Crouching Tiger Qui Gong dojojo with Suntory Dagdibolbishon.
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113786
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"ain't hardly got a lick o' crabs today"
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113710
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Adrienne found her calling in Africa
feeding poor children
or whatever the fuck you do
when you're in the Peace Corps.
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113754
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One thing about eating shit:
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113721
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We were stuck sweating it out on a long suburban plain when you left. Or else we’d mob the one visible hill (in Palos Hills, or Hillside) and turn the televisions on, looking behind us nervously, hopelessly, until every evening became a Wednesday evenin
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113711
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113655
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Already past the harbinger of yellow crocus
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113611
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113653
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He knew it was messed up and wrong, but sometimes she was the last thing he’d see before the dam burst. It made him feel both the best and the worst.
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It was a cruel question, coming on breath that stank of the grave.
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113600
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Bald on top and wavy curls projecting from both sides. He looked at me and his eyes rolled round and round in opposite directions. He asked,
"What did you think of the play, clown hater?"
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113644
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“It’s okay”
Her psychic from Santa Fe
Said on the speaker phone:
"live
and
love
and
create
otherwise
chaos"
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forsake glass; structure; light;
the impermanence of here,
or there, or you, or i.
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