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pulling my bones apart, fingers are supernatural beings
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tiny banners, browned/
and wrinkled by time,
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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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113655
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Already past the harbinger of yellow crocus
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Here lately Daddy's been talking bout' filling momma full of holes. Not like he would do it cause' he likes talkin' just to hear the words come out even if they don't mean anything to anyone but him. But just to be on the safe side I went and hid them shells cause' he's got…
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I passed the Crouching Tiger Qui Gong dojojo with Suntory Dagdibolbishon.
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Azure lifted her head up – her heart racing – and she closed her eyes focusing her mind.
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One thing about eating shit:
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“I’ve read your blog recently,” my friend told me over waffles and cold potato salad at 10PM, “and something strange is going on in there.”
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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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I circled about six times - mesmerized by the sign that said you needed socks. Just passing through it said - As I made my third pass I thought - well, aren't we all.You looked cold. Fragile. And younger than the wrinkles that engulfed your hands, neck…
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Z. takes lewd/suggestions/with little blinks/of his everlasting/eyelashes.
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A. wants to be an entrepreneur but cannot get with the program.
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I remember when we first met, telling my friends, He’s so pretty I’d dump my boyfriend for him.
I remember driving all around Elmhurst looking for parking. We sat in the car eating figs and popcorn. We tried to throw the fig pits or stumps, or wh
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I looked at my now silent cell phone feeling like an idiot. Thad was standing next to me, that shit eating grin plastered on his face like gravy stains on an old shirt."So Genius Jones, what the fuck did he say to you?" asked Thad, sarcasm dripping onto the floor. "She blew…
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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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Dancers, dunces and brides-to-be
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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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forsake glass; structure; light;
the impermanence of here,
or there, or you, or i.
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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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We reach for things and objects//
made of ever smaller things and objects
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—but night does not reduce me to sleep / the dragging minutes keep awake / the dark that only opens its deep . . .
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He fingered her lighter off the table during a party hoping she would come over and talk. She was just on the other side of the coffee table but the stereo was so loud, belly or dee lite or some other early 90's dance…
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Nostalgia is
when memories
turn into Gods
of knowing who you were.
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An extended account of his criminal exploits for a criminal syndicate of Midwestern newspapers and radio stations hastened a change of career plans.
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"covered in a sheen of sweat, flowers of salt bloom on my T-shirt"
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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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