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perjured like a fickle impulse
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Dark morning sleet whitecrusts the world
once more, shrouds remains
of January thaw:
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"How the fucks he drivin' like that?"
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As clever as clean bed sheets
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① / empty space / not black / not white / not noise / blanck
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Sometimes when I fall I see a ...
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A young woman in shorts removes her sunglasses, putting them on top of her head in order to study a little girl sitting on her father’s lap on the bus.
“I want to get me one of those,” she’s says, smiling. Dark eyes, her dark hair wet and hangin
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If something hurts enough/
you never forget it. Like the//
toothache when you first learned
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I forgot how masterful you are, way better than a pickpocket. After our meeting, I drove home with one hand. It felt funny but I figured I'd absentmindedly put the other in my purse or tossed it into the backseat with my jacket. In my…
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From the rumple of pre-dawn Queens, sure South on 95, to almost Savannah by dark; still cold, but we’re full of what’s coming:
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Hippy health food. It all began with Hannah’s homemade granola.
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Neglected long enough, uncalled for/
by the shrinking language of the day,//
my words abandon me.
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He said he'd meet me at the Lyric before curtains. For drinks. Only he didn't. Which was OK. The seat was softer, roomier without him. Buzzer rang, doors closed. His loss. Rusalka was clearer. More resonant. Vibrant. Better. …
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It's as if the house knew I was relinquishing my hold on it.
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I had to go to
the lost and fondue.
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He got tired of the pool party, the chit-chat, the suburban posturing, and he decided to swim home.
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There is a push-up on the ceiling. I don't know how to get it down. I've tried hitting it with a broom. That just made it blow steam. I asked my wife, did you do push-ups on the ceiling? She did. Why? It's easier up there. The cat doesn't bother me. Well, you left…
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I grew up in Detroit, and even though I haven't lived there since I was 18, I'm still a Michigander at heart. I'm also a (retired) bankruptcy attorney.You can probably tell where this is going. I own a Detroit municipal bond. It's a sewer bond, which means…
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The last time Cyrus rode in a train’s passenger car, he came home a dead man.
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You’re wife’s as ugly as a bitch coyote/And you ain’t half the man of Truman Capote.
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Deists try to prove the existence of God. I do not doubt God nor evidence of the existence of Jesus nor Jesus' miracles. I merely wish there were more people like him
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Besotted by an overload of scotch, Ben’s brain barely alerted him to loud knocking at his door.
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At the company luncheon, the dessert course came first. The servers were tense and unresponsive and we knew something was off. After the pudding or mousse came an undressed salad. Several minutes later came dressings — balsamic, ranch — with ladles.…
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anxiety
said Kierkegaard
is the dizziness
of freedom
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It is claimed we choose/
conditions of our servitude.
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Life is easier for the handsome. /
They are more pleasant to deal with.
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The shit just doesn't want to come off.
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the strength in you i envy/ leaves me naked, sweating in the dust/ while you possess what ethic i pretend to have/ in the face of those who expect from me/ so much more.
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