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Smoke from bodies aflame tongues the strung moon;
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Jonathan jumps up from his seat, knocking over his mug of coffee, when Mona tells him she thinks she is in labor.
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He had wanted to lick lucidity, curl his tongue and take it back inside his mouth, curl it all the way down his throat, let it bulge inside his neck, feel it snake into his stomach, and come out into the netherworlds with warmth and satisfaction.
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His appearance had never suggested health, but his body had once been fleshy, his skin pale and soft because he never went outside in the daytime.
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And God said, Let us create a being in our image, after our likeness, for God was alone in the universe.
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There's just no pleasing her.
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He's kneeling on the floor of his West Village apartment, by the door, asking me to leave. He first said he saw someone once a week. But what he means is that they sleep together every night, as they live together, and spend their Sundays together.
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Next, through my grad student apartment at Verano Place, came Beth. Big tits you could suck on all night long, just don’t touch Pussy. Beth held me all night one night when I was totally freaking out after smoking what I thought was normal dope at a poetr
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He ran over our elderly neighbor Lenard, but not on purpose, or at least not as far as we could tell; there wasn't any yelling, I mean, and he didn't look happy when he got out of the car, though who could really tell through a bear costume.
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a snowflake won’t settle on a smoking furnace;
the fathers were never restless, it was always the earth that moved.
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The bird sat down bringing its feathers closer to Alysia. She pressed her hands on the feathers and they felt like her pillows. Her ears rested on its breast and heard its heart beat.
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The last thing eleven year-old Alysia Perez remembered, she clenched her mother’s waist as they both turned to stone in the museum. When she opened her eyes, she was in a world of darkness.
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Back when I was fifteen, Svengal, Mohammed and I used to scamper up to the roof of our sixteen story apartment building and use it as our Masturbatory. We called it that because it served as a sort of observatory where we could diligently perform our rece
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Then the moon cried real white tears.
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Six clocks are brought to a tool shed, behind the house (three black, two white, and one red.)
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If there had been arranged marriage in eighth grade, the grade it used to be and still sometimes is when children left school to work in the fields, I would have hoped that my parents would have arranged for me to marry Mike.
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a chosen cantaloupe a child let loose . . .
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I don’t read fiction he said dismissively and it was such a profoundly ridiculous denial of something so essential like saying I don't breathe air or I don’t make love or I don’t like music for fuck’s sake that all I could think to say in response
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Romper Room with Beer
We go out for a thin New York Pizza at Lanesplitter’s over on Telegraph and watch the drunks staggering out of the bar across the street to have a smoke on the sidewalk, since you can’t smoke inside bars anymore. They ga
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I went with Dale Stack to drown a cat on a fading summer afternoon.
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After our date, my sister, who has a boyfriend, came over with her Weimaraner. I started instantly to tell her of my sex with Nils. She shirked the conversation, tried to change the subject, and more than once, I persisted. I wanted her to hear about it.
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Mother still calls pomegranates “Chinese apples,” much to my embarrassment.
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I cannot regain my balance
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She’s waving, Hey, I’m home! Like nothing’s happened. Like weeks haven’t passed since she left.
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tonight's sky is full:/each lunatic to his moon/sings separate songs.
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She remembered/Before the menses
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Was that the door slamming?
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Catullus 16 I will fuck you up the ass and then the mouth, Furius the catamite, and pederast Aurelius: you both who think, because my poems are salty, that I possess your equal lack of shame: for it's proper for a poet to be moral, no way essential for it…
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It was like the time we broke icicles dripping from the low eaves and brandished them like swords...
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