2037 6 3
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At night, instead of sleep, there were new and secret pleasures. Half-awake lessons in dexterity, in the limber material of human life.
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2037144
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"What I need to wear the ring for," I said to myself, "I already got his last name..."
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203773
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His wings were down when he got into the truck. It was a used UPS truck we’d bought from someone in Berkeley, and we painted out the letter “S,” so that it just read “UP.”
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203700
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But there, up the street, just coming into the corner of the window, someone was in the middle of the road. Walking literally down the middle, dragging one leg like it was heavy or broken, carving a fat line next to the skinny one the good one made.
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203772
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A lowing cow cracked open the darkened room like the yawn of a gravid alien.
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2037156
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with images overflowing with delicate thought scenes with nightmarish wet dreams
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20371616
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There's a mirror in front of me and I thought it was so I could see myself, but I didn't want to see me.
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203754
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People tell me my personality is a drug. Could be. My shadow is a spine. And I have the current density of copper. A welcoming face. Opium eyes opium thumbs. The piccolo is parenthetical. …
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203631
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I have never met Joe’s brother, of course.
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20361918
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He was a tenth grade / messiah, famous for acts of attrition.
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2036125
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2036209
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My mother’s old china no longer reflects. It’s value is now estimated as drywall.
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2036105
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The waters rose / on the earth
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203600
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Momo told me not to mind her, but I did. At night, after he'd tucked me in, I could hear him on the phone in the living room, talking for a long time. Early this morning he woke me up and gave me my backpack. ‘Put some clothes in here', he said. ‘We're going on a trip.'
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203600
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He said he'd searched in vain for his wife, Mary, before abandoning hope and the ship in one of the last row boats. He was allowed in because of his experience fishing.
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2035911
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The understanding we made was neatly wrapped up in its own blue tissue cocoon like a neatly rolled joint and dumped unceremoniously into the forgotten past like a plate of leftover digitized lies. The lid was slammed shut. Time passes too tightly. And you …
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203574
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She began guiding Penny’s arms, whispering movements through her body. Memory and experience sang through every fiber of their being. The song had become her life.
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20352514
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Did we get Jihadi John?/
And the highway to Mosul?//
What’s the score?
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20352315
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proving little more/
than the player’s keyboard dexterity.
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203553
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Once upon a time, my friend and I met a nanny pushing a baby carriage and reading an e-book. She wore a plaid dress, blue stockings and a white barrette. A set of wrinkles marred her tanned brow. Multitasking seemed too hard on her.
Inside the carriage
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203520
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The pizza was perfect, ingredients genuine, not artificial: crust charred slightly; cheese gooey; sauce steaming, requiring careful eating lest the mouth suffer burns. Such quality was becoming rare around town. The product in Manhattan, by and large,
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203595
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so for penance, the priest gave me the full twelve Stations of the Cross
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203454
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I am a sunflower. I turn my yellow and black face, bruised, to the sun, hoping its light will heal me. With my eyes closed I can see my stamen, veins in my eyelids, bulbous where they intersect. The sun feeds…
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203420
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I made my way quietly out back and sat in Helga’s whitewashed porch swing, listening to the first faint sounds of big band music drift out of Helga’s open windows and into the cooling summer air. The darkness was moving in slow from the east, interrup
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20341510
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chet baker shades my eyes
rippling through the cool water
sometimes we feed the fish
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203470
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Who is the moron that invented the Snuggie?
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20332116
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Tell Bono I want my seventy bucks back.
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2033127
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It was only when blood began to drip onto the page that he realized he'd been hit.
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2033117
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He was her summer fling, the first cock to crow when the sun rose over her tequila smile.
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203341
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I think theorems and hypotheses
but all that comes out is punching and smashing
frustrated hate flows where I'd prefer to know love.
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