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Grange had made the same mistake any idiot West Texan made leaving the peace, security, safety, and perversity that is West Texas . . .
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I polished his shoes to an avid black; sewed buttons backand mended torn silk and cotton.His clothing was my busy work. Needle, thread, stitch, and iron,I was his apothecary of linens.Blood, wine, soup, vomit --these I cleaned too, until all theircolor and scent…
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“You're not gonna believe me, I know it. Nobody believes me. It's kinda freeing, actually, not being believed. It's a tough truth, and the thing about tough truths is that they're easier in the tellin' if you have nothing to lose. Shit, it's not like I have nothing to…
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From the way your hand touches the bread of full mornings, far distances.
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What do you do when the only safe space to crawl is under your desk, a dark womb or a cave, you clutch at your knees in casethat sinking in your gut tries to consume. What do you do when you wake up intothe day only wanting to curl insidea little ball and…
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despite the best intentions
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I think the Air Force Colonel must have known, from the flushed looks on our faces, that I had just fucked his daughter in a roadside patch of ragweed on the way to their house somewhere outside Danville. I remember looking back and forth between him and
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i never much liked Elvis
never did then never do now
he was no Kris Kristofferson
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my stomach is empty, but it is my eyes that are hungry
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I know someone in need of healing.
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It must be the whiskers or the eyes or the ears or the entire…
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33. A tall man from the clear road was calling for me. He had a white egg in his right hand and a short ice pick in his left. At his feet was a large red bowl. Plastic. Filled with more eggs. He leaned against a fence that…
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The moment you realize love is never finding you everything evaporatesdroplets of dew are everywherethe sun doesn't have to penetrate a cloudfor you to feel the sunshine pulling weeds is like drinking a glass of water sweat falls down…
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Colonized Mike looked up. He had to. Someone'd called his name. It's what he'd always liked about dogs, and what he'd strived to emulate.
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The Utah State Attorney General's office recently stated in a court filing that there is no constitutional right to marry a laptop.(Time, 6/19/17)Smartphones are spreading head lice.(New York, 7/10/17)People are less helpful when it's hot.(Time, 7/24/17)Online virtual…
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Perhaps poets cannot be trusted when plot is at peril.
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We now live in post-Postmodern Absurdist fear of course, says our smiling Prof. That’s the price we pay he tells us. . . .
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My God is not a God of chance, she said.The year was youth and it was our first dance.She wanted to make sure we agreedlove is for God and lust is for Satan.Of course I do, I said. You're safe with me.Neither of us had moves and were relievedto stand in the corner and…
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CALEBHe'd get up every day,don his clothes and tendto rote ablutions. He tried not to think too much.Because he knew what that would bring --the tethers he lost; failed causes,the old lover who knew some things.Instead, he kept his eyes straight ahead,marked time, made…
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. . . we agree that formal standards for identifying literary merit exist and are capable of being discerned, not merely of being ascribed. —but is this itself true?
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After dinner, I looked forward to taking a shower and cleansing myself of the day’s mishap. Cher had other plans.As I left the bathroom, Cher nipped me in the butt, taking my towel, skin, and blood with her. I remember writhing on the floor outside my sis
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I saw it coming from five feet
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I saw a big dog
By the side of the road
I saw a small deer
By the side of the road
A little maroon water in a glass
As I was driving home
Under darkness
With the wind that was under a rose
New blood will fill the earth
And we must lo
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We know them just enough/
to recognize them when we find them.
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I’d look for a fork and quickly stab a piece of it and bite into it, feeling good about the finality of things.
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"Kinky. You gonna slug me one with your tight fist down there?" Falcon teased the biggest boy.
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Across the lake,
there is a camp for the deaf.
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"I don't know why you say good-bye, I say hello."--The Beatles Things fall from the clouds. Things fall from thefloor. Maybe through, maybe all the way.Everyone argues for their homeland.Someday I'd like to hold your hand. I'mstill dreaming. I hope it continuesto rain…
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