952 5 2
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like a reflection vanishes
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95294
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Alas, the wind, the rain/
and plate tectonics take temples,/
fire and sediment papyrus and clay,
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95210
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Watch the moon hang with methough miles and miles apart.Over sea and rock and railwaysforever in my heart.
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95220
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They were overweight, diabetic, and trapped in a cellphone dead zone.
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95242
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Wound up taking smiling lessons
Six days in a row
But they didn’t take
All the people in my class
They were so fake
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95121
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Let’s just say I’m pissed. Indignant. Angry about living in a universe that appears to be utterly amoral.
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951149
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the Blue Ridge Mountains were entangled in their usual mist, but the early morning sky looked good
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95186
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The damp suspended/
in the air/
in a faint fog/
discourages coagulation.
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95100
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Somewhere outside of the future I am seeing Weinberg, the duplicate failed mimeographed onto the front of ourselvescompromised composite grown from a codependent blastocyte talking to the boxes on the edge of tomorrow, collectiblecrystal lined folliclesharvested at the peak…
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95186
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the little white lights i see
mean many different things to me
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95190
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It was late and Manhattan wasn't going to wait for us to wake up. We stumbled off the train — a few puffs of smoke left in our lungs and perfectly disheveled hair that made us look like we were comfortable with our anxiety.Steps weren't getting any easier…
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95166
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the moment he started walking
my hands were given new tasks to do:
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95182
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A pair of snakes contemplates gulping a pair of frogs.
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95121
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Did you ever have a morning when you just did not want to wake up? Sleep can be marvelous, but dreams not so much. If you believe, here is a tale. "She was awakened by the mushing of her pillow around where her head lay squarely on it. It was not violent,
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95146
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Some things stay with you. I got off the bus, petted my dog, Nick and walked in our house and saw Mother at the kitchen table, crying and clearly angry. I asked her if she was sick. She works. She said that she didn't go to work today and might not go tomorrow…
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95011
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a poem that unwrapped itself so casually I tucked it under my tongue, just to make sure
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95001
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Of course it’s because she’s been drinking. Will she regret this? I don’t understand it but maybe it is something she has thought about for some time.
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9501710
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I hate turnstiles and revolving doors
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95076
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Turningturning the pale grey spot.She sits in her carin the parking lotwith the radio onleaning back picking a thin piece of skin from her finger.Turningturningthe seagulls move aroundand aroundabove the asphaltas though it was the wave,with…
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95001
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I fuck myself. I say never three times. There is a movie in this movie in this. I say hello. Fish are named after capitals of invisible cities. I say so. There is a movie in this movie in. I say flush for a dumpster. The sound of a sound never made. I say equations for…
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950148
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Sometimes we hurt ourselves, we scratch ourselves, we bleed — for a simple joy... All I wanted to do was to find the poplar again — the tree of my young arms, of my budding breasts. My fingers used to circle around its bold and vigorous waist, but in the…
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95000
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It could be there is a little me, somewhere, truth be known. One time in Laguna Beach I slept with a girl I met at this café, the Jolly Roger, I think, when we went back to my apartment and had unprotected sex. She said she was on the pill, but you neve
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95000
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From the parking lot to the stadiumdown town waiting for the crossinglightthere are a few others in jerseys but not manywe are too early for that.Desert gravel crunching scuffle of canvas shoeskicking granitehop along wobble steps and I turn to seewho's off the…
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95031
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On-air personalities inflate a balloon Trump head to the point of bursting.
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95000
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To be fair, I have to say I learned things from Lisa, certain things about sex and how to use my body effectively, to use what I had to the best effect, though it probably would have been true to say that about any girl who might have been the first girl
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95075
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The two boys walked the long dock to the edge of bay,like scrappy lobsters pointing toward the waves,"The cockroaches of the sea,"his father said,It was the old country"Only prisoners were fed lobster.They stayed in the dampholes."He thought the sea ebbed and flowed like a…
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95000
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Uproot everything, a muddy hole when done
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95043
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What if it was all cut and calculated.
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94900
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Weeds, schist, an Artesian well: élan in a heavenly forge. Sniffling goats, a mossy cairn. A portal divides the void. There is a human hand here below the crumbling parapet. The crotch of time A bridge between…
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94930
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The little butterfly struggled against the wind. As little butterflies sometimes do. Tossed and turned around by relentless, uncaring gusts. The little butterfly would make progress, but then be pushed back. Tantalizing close to where she was heading. A…
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