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Her light blue eyes fixed on a point to our left, past one of the church steeples poking out of the flat, charred ground – like a toothpick protecting a birthday cake from its cellophane ceiling; an untouched bethesda keeping the never-blue sky from crash
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the
unutterable
things of
this
world
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You always liked the color of your nose, raspberry red. It matched the glittery dazzle of your rainbow hair when the neon lights hit it just right, and man did they always hit it just right, the vibrant honey-yellow big-bird frizz and feathers, swaying to and fro as…
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and, once in a rare while,/
actual pearls.
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What would you do today if you knew your time was up
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Anyone thinking they aren’t alone on life’s journey has their head up their ass.
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Yellow Pages season is on us now, and Jimmy's drivin' a contract route. He'll head out to the San Joaquin where they print, and load ‘em in the back of his Tundra with the high side walls until the whole damned rig sags low,
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"I have consulted the Internet," the man remarks, squatting low, sorting through a mountain of tablets. He snags two and stands slowly, confidently, and I realize suddenly that he is Moses. Two iPads, cradled surely in each wrist, glow with lists.
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We got a lotta people ruinin' the public transit experience. Talkin' loud on cell phones, clippin' fingernails, even flossing their teeth.
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Guttering semiotics, The jeremiads of delirium; Drinking lukewarm tea over a late candle Like Hamlet in a power-cut; Affecting his own audience of himself, Hastening soliloquies through gritted sophisms, Withered and spun to intentional…
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i’m trying to remember
don’t all the best apples happen
in September?
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If you get crushed in New York City
that's your own problem.
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If you’re trying to carve wise sayings
for eternity to read
in a newly poured sidewalk
you don’t want to be
struggling for meaning
while the cement is wet.
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Paris is a great place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there.
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1A voice scratches her ear: Come here, petal.Later: …
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I’m well aware of the shadow stalking just to my left, her mannish voice flirting with my sensibilities.
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Jerry turned away from the window to face the box on wheels. Its camera would scan his face, looking for the answers.
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Moon Boy sits atop the hill's crest and watches Moon Girl.
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He pours both of us another drink and I take a gulp, even though it seems to be half vodka. My body slows, the alcohol confusing my nervous system. I rest my head on his shoulder. He doesn’t reach out to me. I wonder if this makes me the aggressor, but, a
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He looks outside, sees everything disappearing like crumbing cookies into what appears to be a giant mouth.
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Little things that kept me going are no longer doing the trick, and venting to someone eventually drives them away. People around you know what is going on, but there is little they can do. They stay away at more than an arms length and you understand. Tr
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I dragged you that last half mile Me such a slip of a thing, one bite mark visible You the bear, your growl now only audible When you furred from kerb to road to kerb The December snow followed us Dragging Christmas red behind you As I ignored my…
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This cell the sole certainty,
all else steeped in mystery.
Why should we be here?
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There can be no convergence./
There is only the talking that talks about/
an angle of sight nothing else can share.
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She is laughing, watching me spit out a mouthful of seaweed. It's a soft kind of laugh: small gasps between small sounds of her eyes closed, curling with the corners of her mouth. Her left eye curls a little less, closes a little more than it did when she laughed a year…
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I can trust you with my secrets, can’t I?
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Tender veterinarian, even if you weren't so tall, or your eyes so warm, or your fingers so long, or if you didn't bend over my sick cat with such astounding grace, or shoot those quick, intense glances at me, I'd have woven dreams while in your uncommon presence. Vulnerable…
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Whoever told us that truth-telling was so wonderful,
when we can plainly see that lying is the way to get results?
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When Uncle Bob got sent to the Alzheimer's ward, the ladies licked their lips.
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