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I took her out to a drive-in movie and we had sex in the back seat of my car. Then went into the concession stand to get something sweet after so much sex, and everyone was in there doing the same thing, you could tell by the flushed look on their faces
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I asked the hospice nurse about maggots.
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To say what is my self to myself? How does one even begin? Then to think that one could take those disparate elements, experiences, beliefs, and aspirations and convey them to another succinctly: it is like my students writing their 5-paragraph essays on the history of…
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They won’t let me make a fire in the fireplace
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PROSPER CENTRAL SCHOOLS PSYCHOEDUCATIONAL EVALUATION CONFIDENTIAL Prosper Central…
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Who does that besides Kafka,
Arreola, and Steven Wright?
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peripheral dreams fall out from the head / the body squirms then burrows abed: /
“have you had a good life? you now have less! / —led a hard life instead? you soon will be gone!”
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Those who have lost at game shows meet each week for mutual support. All is well, until they start disappearing in ways related to their ill-fated appearances as contestants.
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the marionette's strings in smoky
lounge acts we love to hate
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Gestures we would like to make in the solitude of a café terrace ... Early in the morning ... She's sitting there, seems shivering. Grey dress, red scarf. Her eyes move. I try to meet them - small, vague black clouds which pass, without resting, by mine. She drinks her…
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from a moving train. The lost ball inthe tall grass still wants for no one. AndI'm suposed to pretend? You got yoursmile from something, not someone. But it took all your long hair in the process. You've been looking for the one true grace, the ultimate…
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This is how life should be.
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If people were more loyal to me we wouldn't be having all these problems.
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Across her chest a tapestry of wires interconnected.
Intensive.
Care From Old English—to lament.
Unit.
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I dreamt I was Vermeer
For just a little while
I took this photo of a criminal
A mugshot really
And claimed I had painted it
From memories of a previous life
He looked just like a Vermeer
With the light coming in
From the side of his fac
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“... More weighty than wisdom or wealth is a little folly" (Ecclesiastes)
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The garden grew tomatoes.
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It stormed the night before Carson broke his neck
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I have become interested in Carracci / Ludovico Carracci
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A thin line separated her lips, like something sketched with a pencil.
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“Outis of Utopia” my found name! / I'll inscribe it soon as the tide goes out.
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stray fingertips undid your name and wept
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I'm panicking trying to think of the next line in this poem
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It is a day of swallows and grasshoppers, of white clouds and suntanned arms. In the yellow field wheat ears burn, lit by fantasies. One of wheat, one of rye. Summer love, holiday love is in the air. Under the thickness of the harvest, their roots search, call each other.…
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The little Lady and I drove down to New Orleans to take in the Mardi Gras festivities we’d read so much about.
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now I cannot shake. I am only one person. Thereis a sadness. I cannot understand. Fathom. Control. Manipulate. Detonate.I used to kiss her tenderly. Do you think this sadness is wise to us? Don't point that gun at me! There is a sadness. There is another war. Iam…
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