2036 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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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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203672
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A lowing cow cracked open the darkened room like the yawn of a gravid alien.
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203634
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Out the window is an empty birdbath, dry flaky concrete ring, no birds.
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2036156
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with images overflowing with delicate thought scenes with nightmarish wet dreams
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203682
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Jerry tries to be funny saying, I think Charlie Brown should kick Lucy in the head when she pulls the ball away; either that or they start making out. Ewww, but they're both eight years old, Sandra says biting her lip, tying off her smile. Jerry won't focus on her…
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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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20352514
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Did we get Jihadi John?/
And the highway to Mosul?//
What’s the score?
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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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2035105
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The waters rose / on the earth
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20351616
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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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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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203431
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I have never met Joe’s brother, of course.
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20342315
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proving little more/
than the player’s keyboard dexterity.
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203453
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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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203454
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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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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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203400
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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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203470
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Who is the moron that invented the Snuggie?
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203374
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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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20332116
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Tell Bono I want my seventy bucks back.
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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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203395
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. . . the greater length of the so-called “Montebaldi Corridor” can still be walked without the least exposure to direct sunlight as long as the traveler is not active from 9 am to 3 pm local time.
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the observation, at the end, more/
important than the being there—
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